Lletres:
Song The Show

come back home It can't be long, boy it can't be long He said I hate this place I miss your smile, I miss your face I wrote a song, girl I wrote a song

back to me Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singin' this song to my daughter If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father To show

A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds Will get sand in his face when kicked to the ground. And soon in the gym with a determined chin, The sweat from

I never thought I'd die alone I laughed the loudest who'd have known I traced the cord back to the wall No wonder it was never plugged in at all I took

think of If you can't figure this out this time Maybe you should have stayed Instead of sleeping in his bed Don't you hate me This is the song that was

Could it be a stranger night? The basements filled with kids. I don't know. Not beautiful like your songs, but all awkward and alone and don't belong.

Some friends, you left me hanging In a room with a noose and a chair You told me to stay put And reminded me why I was there Cold-blooded and misguided

Who's that knocking on the window, Who's that standing at the door, What are all those presents Laying on the kitchen floor? Who is the smiling stranger

Traducció: Cheap Trick. Al carrer (que dels 70 Theme Song Show).