Lyrics:
I was eleven In 1987 1987 I had a pretty good nature Based on religion And some good 'ole literature As my life went on and on I was no longer a good son Nothing they don't go so wrong My mother and I don't get along Get along, get along When I was eleven I believed in heaven I believed in heaven I would pray for hours My religion teacher There's no need to lecture me He told me I was a failure 'Cause I spent too much time Playing games on my computer When I was eleven ???? And my number two heaven No... As my life went on and on I was no longer a good son Nothing they don't go so wrong My father and I don't get along Get along, get along No... As my life went on and on I was no longer a good son Nothing they don't go so wrong My mother and I don't get along Get along, get along Get along, get along Get along, get along Get along, get along