A True Story Lyrics

Hey Hey My My A True Story

I was 11 in 1987,
1987
I had a pretty good nature,
Based on religion and some good old literature

As my life went on and on
I was no longer a good son
Now things they don't go so wrong
But my mother and I don't get along
Get along
Get along

When I was 11, I believed in heaven,
I believed in heaven
I would pray for hours,
Mighty God for teacher, there was no need to
lecture.... me

He told me I was a failure
Cause I spent to much time,
Playing games on my computer

When I was 11 I first understood
I might not go to heaven, no.

As my life went on and on
I was no longer a good son
Now things they don't go so wrong
But my father and I don't get along
Get along
Get along

As my life went on and on
I was no longer a good son
Now things they don't go so wrong
But my mother and I don't get along
Get along
Get along
Get along
Get along
Get along
Get along
Get along
Get along