My So Called Life

Well, my dad, he played Woodstock in 1969 Mom was there with flowers in her hair And sweet Judy blue eyes Those sweet Judy blue eyes I was born in a burned out basement Ten years after Elvis died To a song about mother nature Running from the sky, running from the sky And that's my so called life And you can't color it black or white You never know if you get it right I hope I might, my so called life Well, I faked my way through high school I messed up every cla*s In my room, my headphones boomed That song saved my a*s, that song saved my a*s And that's my so called life And you can't color it black or white You never know if you get it right I hope I might in this so called life In this so called life In this so called life Under fluorescent or northern lights Live it all with all your might Well, I never got to Woodstock And those half a million strong I'm down here in this basement Working on this song, working on this song About my so called life You can color it whatever you like I'll never know if I get it right I hope I might, I hope I might in this so called life Dad, he played Woodstock