Mountain Goats - The Fall Of The Star High School Running Back lyrics

rate me

Sophomore year

You rushed for an average of eight and a third yards per carry

All eyes were on you

Junior year

Blew your knee out at an out of town game

Nowhere to go but down down down

Nothing but the ground left for you to fall to

By July, you had made a new bunch of brand new friends

in people you used to look down on

And you'd figured out a way to make real money

Given ends to your friends, and it felt stupendous

Chrome spokes on your Japanese bike

But selling acid was a bad idea

And selling it to a cop was a worse one

The new law said seventeen year olds could do federal time

You were the first one so I sing this song for you

William Stanaforth Donahue

Your grandfather rode the boat over from Ireland

but you made a bad decision or two

yeah.

Thanks to Cayla for these lyrics

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Thanks to Paul for these lyrics