Rocknroll - Lovedrug

It’s Tuesday and I already hit the bottle

I can’t even fall in love at happy hour

I think i’ll go home now and dream

About the nightmares that could be

Like all my friends turning into my enemies

You’re good at pushing me out

You’re good at pushing me out

You’re good at pushing me out

You’re good at pushing me out

You’re good at pushing me…

Late that night i am awakened by the banshee’s cry

And I am much too scared to get a drink

I see the rusty swing set blow from generations long ago

Under the moonlight the plow is stained by the power of your name

You’re good at pushing me out

You’re good at pushing me out

You’re good at pushing me out

You’re good at pushing me out

You’re good at pushing me…

The farmer’s daughter raises hell when i try to kiss her

Screaming «daddies» now i run

Here’s to sickle swinging fun

You’re good at pushing me out