Small Town SkyscrapersI was a rebel, straight outta high schoollI was born to break, not just bend them ruleslThought this town was too small, to hold a kid like melI was too cool, ten foot tall, and bulletproofllI was high on a tractor, and hell on wheelslTook off on it one day, through my old man's fieldlHeadin' north, big city, pouring concrete and steellNow everytime I come home, I realize how much I miss thoselllSkyscrapers, towerin' over the Pondersosa PineslThe water tower, the old church steeple, the high school football lightslIt may not be no New York City, but to me and all my neighborslWe still look up to all those small town skyscraperslllI been to Seattle, Hollywood and VinelSt. Louis and 'Frisco, as far as the crow flieslGot tired of the red lights, and feelin' fenced inlI've been a few places i'll never go againllWhere you feel like paint, dryin' on a walllJust a face in the crowd, moving at a crawllFrom city to city, if there's one thing i've foundlIt's how much I love my town, and all of themlllSkyscrapers, towerin' over the Pondersosa PineslThe water tower, the old church steeple, the high school football lightslIt may not be no New York City, but to me and all my neighborslWe still look up to all those small town skyscrapersllSkyscrapers, towerin' over the Pondersosa PineslThe water tower, the old church steeple, the high school football lightslIt may not be no New York City, but to me and all my neighborslWe still look up to all those small town skyscrapersll
WhateverWhatever, I did|last night is thumping my head|early this am, just saying|swear i'm never ever gonna do that again, woah|i need something to get it, together|gotta lie to my boss and tell him i'm under the weather|or something clever, cuz everytime I stand the room starts spinning like|woah, i'm hurting more than ever||chorus|whatever, we did last night|we must, must've done it up right|was it that whiskey well or|was it that beer, I really can't tell but'||whatever, we drank|sure packed a punch and every third one was for free|so we couldn't leave|i remember grabbin' my keys and all my buddies went|woah|i should've known better, than to let them|talk me into staying til the clock ran out of pm's|it ain't the weekend|kinda fuzzy, it all runs together||chorus||i ain't, playing|walking down the hall ain't easy when everything' swaying|it's making, me think twice about those shots that we were taking