Old 97's Our Year
Outside the cool world is raging
Inside it's cold and it's dark
The walls in this place are like canvas
None of these deadbeats here work.
All the way back in April
The year of our Lord '86
I broke a switch on the light bulb
I ain't been quite the same since.
Voice in my head says it's best not said
Wondering how much of it's true.
You were right, I'm wrong for you
You were right, I'm wrong for you.
Outside the choppers are hovering
Outside the dogs have been loosed
The theme of this party's still hanging
One prop they brought was a noose.
And outside the cool world is raging
But inside it's over by ten
If I had friends, they'd be here right now
I'd give my eye teeth for friends.
And sooner or later it's bound to get better
Sooner or later won't do.
You were right, I'm wrong for you
You were right, I'm wrong for you
You were right, I'm wrong for you.
