Nickelback – Photograph

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  1. Look at this photograph
    Everytime I do it makes me laugh
    How did our eyes get so red
    And what the hell is on Joey's head

    And this is where I grew up
    I think the present owner fixed it up
    I never knew we'd ever went without
    The second floor is hard for sneaking out

    And this is where I went to school
    Most of the time had better things to do
    Criminal record says I broke in twice
    I must have done it half a dozen times

    I wonder if It's too late
    Should I go back and try to graduate
    Life's better now then it was back then
    If I was them I wouldn't let me in

    Oh oh oh
    Oh god I

    Every memory of looking out the back door
    I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
    It's hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye

    Every memory of walking out the front door
    I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
    It's hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye

    Remember the old arcade?
    Blew ever dollar that we ever made
    The cops hated us hanging out
    They said somebody went and burned it down

    We used to listen to the radio
    And sing along with every song we'd know
    We said someday we'd find out how it feels
    To sing to more than just the steering wheel

    Kim's the first girl I kissed
    I was so nervous that I nearly missed
    She's had a couple of kids since then
    I haven't seen her since God knows when

    Oh oh oh
    Oh God I

    Every memory of looking out the back door
    I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
    It's hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye

    Every memory of walking out the front door
    I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
    It's hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye

    I miss that town
    I miss their faces
    You can't erase
    You can't replace it

    I miss it now
    I can't believe it
    So hard to stay
    Too hard to leave it

    If I could I relive those days
    I know the one thing that would never change

    Every memory of looking out the back door
    I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
    It's hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye

    Every memory of walking out the front door
    I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
    It's hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye

    Look at this photograph
    Everytime I do it makes me laugh
    Everytime I do it makes me

  2. The lyricist and NO THEY DIDN'T WRITE THIS IF THREE PENNIES RUBBED TOGETHER HAD MORE SELF RESPECT- has no respect for anyone who has ever done time. Big fuck you from a California striker because mentioning about prison fixing anyone up or your criminal record that you 'broke twice' doesn't exist to a Google search. Do you need someone to find it through a cavity search?

    Prison teaches that respect is important, but I guess if you did go you'd be PC'D up for the loss of spokes and the titties drawn on your back. That isn't true for men's prison, that's true for where you'd be protected from gp with the other fags, in case you "incidentally" didn't even know what pc is. I went to women's prison and you still couldn't make it on my fucking yard. I hope your state has a more merciful thing for you… Oops, they don't, because you would have crashed your car singing to the steering wheel and endangering other drivers.

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