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Steve Lieberman – My Last Blast lyrics
Verse 1
I wrote a song in the pouring rain
An album when I went insane
A tune bad blood in my veins
I wrote a song about the late Kurt Cobain
I wrote a song for 10 million Jews
Who never understood my point of view
An album for all the Hebrews
But I never wrote a song about you.
Chorus
I wrote a song about everything but you
La-la-la
I wrote a song about everything, that's true
But I never wrote a song about you.
Verse 2
I wrote a song my critics hate
A half-star, me they rate
A tune about my early grave
But you always said I was great.
I wrote a hundred songs the same year
Songs of love, songs of fear
Got rejected, I always cared
But I never wrote about you, my dear.
Bridge
This is my last blast
It hurts so bad when I play this fast
Got no future, it's all past
Hold me as I breathe my last.
Verse 3
I wrote a song from the brink of pain
A record to corrupt your brain
A tune that gave me the blame
I had a good hour of my fame.
I wrote a song on the tilt-a-whirl
Got so sick, I had to hurl
Played it loud as the flag unferled
But I never wrote about you, my girl
I wrote a song in the pouring rain
An album when I went insane
A tune bad blood in my veins
I wrote a song about the late Kurt Cobain
I wrote a song for 10 million Jews
Who never understood my point of view
An album for all the Hebrews
But I never wrote a song about you.
Chorus
I wrote a song about everything but you
La-la-la
I wrote a song about everything, that's true
But I never wrote a song about you.
Verse 2
I wrote a song my critics hate
A half-star, me they rate
A tune about my early grave
But you always said I was great.
I wrote a hundred songs the same year
Songs of love, songs of fear
Got rejected, I always cared
But I never wrote about you, my dear.
Bridge
This is my last blast
It hurts so bad when I play this fast
Got no future, it's all past
Hold me as I breathe my last.
Verse 3
I wrote a song from the brink of pain
A record to corrupt your brain
A tune that gave me the blame
I had a good hour of my fame.
I wrote a song on the tilt-a-whirl
Got so sick, I had to hurl
Played it loud as the flag unferled
But I never wrote about you, my girl
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