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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Cope and the Sass
Dave Cope and the Sass
Electric Bass Guitar
Frederick Bruce Berman
Frederick Bruce Berman
Drums
Luke Rinz
Luke Rinz
Bass
Will Brown
Will Brown
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Gordon Fitzgerald Cope
David Gordon Fitzgerald Cope
Songwriter
Frederick Bruce Berman
Frederick Bruce Berman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cope and the Sass
Dave Cope and the Sass
Co-Producer
Frederick Bruce Berman
Frederick Bruce Berman
Co-Producer
Will Brown
Will Brown
Co-Producer

Lyrics

It was 1989
He's drinking scotch on the rocks
Because his dad forgot to keep the liquor cabinet locked
It's getting out of control
He's only twelve years old
Welcome To The Jungle on his Walkman plays
While he disappears inside a mind bending haze
Of his first drunken night
Sit back, enjoy the flight
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
I'm so torn up now I don't think I can go through with it
I don't wanna get in
I don't wanna get out
I don't wanna be lost
I don't wanna be found
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
I'm so torn up now I don't think I can go through with it
I don't wanna get in
I don't wanna get out
I don't wanna be lost
I don't wanna be found
Uh oh
It was 1991 he was shaking his ass
With an open container
Huffing nitrous gas in the parking lot
Whoa, of the Save A Lot
Smells Like Teen Spirit on the radio
He had his flannel shirt on
Letting his goatee grow
He was a lumberjack
Straight out the cul de sac
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
I'm so torn up now I don't think I can go through with it
I don't wanna get in
I don't wanna get out
I don't wanna be lost
I don't wanna be found
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
I'm so torn up now I don't think I can go through with it
I don't wanna get in
I don't wanna get out
I don't wanna be lost
I don't wanna be found
My head is spinning round
I'm gonna hit the ground
But you're so pretty, dear
I wanna hold your beer
I'll never drink again
I wanna call a friend
I wanna come again
But I'm too fucked up
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
I don't wanna get up
I don't wanna get down
I don't wanna get lost
I don't wanna get found
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
I'm so torn up now I don't think I can go through with it
I don't wanna get up
I don't wanna get down
I don't wanna get lost
I don't wanna get found
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
I'm so torn up now I don't think I can go through with it
I don't wanna get up
I don't wanna get down
I don't wanna get lost
I don't wanna get found
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
If it was easy everybody would be doing it
I'm so torn up now I don't think I can go through with it
I don't wanna get up
I don't wanna get down
I don't wanna get lost
I don't wanna get found
The room is spinning round
I'm gonna hit the ground
I wanna call a friend
I wanna come again
I wanna come again
Written by: David Gordon Fitzgerald Cope, Frederick Bruce Berman
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