The Hold Steady - Certain Songs lyrics
[The Hold Steady - Certain Songs lyrics]
Guess you're old enough to know
Kids out on the east coast
Roughly twenty years old
They got coaxed out by
A certain perfect ratio
Warm beer to the summer smoke
And the Meat Loaf to the Billy Joel
Certain songs
They get so scratched into our souls
She goes low on the seats when
She gets high in her car she looks shallow
But she's neck deep in the steamy dreams
Of the guys along the harbor bars
She's pulling out her shirttails and
She's jacking up her socks
Stern and stoned and confident
Coming up towards the jukebox
Born into the only songs that
Everybody finally sings along
B-1 is for the good girls
And it's "Only The Good Die Young"
C-9 is for the making eyes
And it's "Paradise By The Dashboard Light"
B-12 is for the speeders
And D4 is for the lovers
And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and
The kitchen workers and
The bartender's friends
And they're playing it again
And Ellen Foley gives 'em hope
And certain songs
They get scratched into our souls
I guess you're old enough to know
Kids out on the west coast
Are taking off their clothes
Screwing in the surf and going out to shows
They get high and they ride around in GTOs
Certain songs
They get so scratched into our souls
Certain songs
They get so scratched into our souls
Kids out on the east coast
Roughly twenty years old
They got coaxed out by
A certain perfect ratio
Warm beer to the summer smoke
And the Meat Loaf to the Billy Joel
Certain songs
They get so scratched into our souls
She goes low on the seats when
She gets high in her car she looks shallow
But she's neck deep in the steamy dreams
Of the guys along the harbor bars
She's pulling out her shirttails and
She's jacking up her socks
Stern and stoned and confident
Coming up towards the jukebox
Born into the only songs that
Everybody finally sings along
B-1 is for the good girls
And it's "Only The Good Die Young"
C-9 is for the making eyes
And it's "Paradise By The Dashboard Light"
B-12 is for the speeders
And D4 is for the lovers
And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and
The kitchen workers and
The bartender's friends
And they're playing it again
And Ellen Foley gives 'em hope
And certain songs
They get scratched into our souls
I guess you're old enough to know
Kids out on the west coast
Are taking off their clothes
Screwing in the surf and going out to shows
They get high and they ride around in GTOs
Certain songs
They get so scratched into our souls
Certain songs
They get so scratched into our souls