Lyrics A True Story - Hey Hey My My

A True Story

I was eleven
In 1987
I had a pretty good nature
Based on religion
And some good 'ole literature
As my life went on and on
I was no longer a good son
Nothing they don’t go so wrong
My mother and I don’t get along
Get along, get along
When I was eleven
I believed in heaven
I believed in heaven
I would pray for hours
My religion teacher
There’s no need to lecture me
He told me I was a failure
Cause I spent too much time
Playing games on my computer
When I was eleven
And my number two heaven
No…
As my life went on and on
I was no longer a good son
Nothing they don’t go so wrong
My father and I don’t get along
Get along, get along
No…
As my life went on and on
I was no longer a good son
Nothing they don’t go so wrong
My mother and I don’t get along
Get along, get along
Get along, get along
Get along, get along
Get along, get along