Craig Finn - Certain Songs lyrics

Guess you're old enough to know Kids out on the east coast Roughly twenty years old They got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio Warm beer to the summer smoke And the Meat Loaf to the Billy Joel Certain songs, they get so scratched into our souls She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car She looks shallow, but she's neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars She's pulling out her shirttails and she's jacking up her socks Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along B-1 is for the good girls, and it's "Only The Good Die Young" C-9 is for the making eyes, and it's "Paradise By The Dashboard Light" B-12 is for the speeders And D4 is for the lovers And the hard d** are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends And they're playing it again And Ellen Foley gives 'em hope And certain songs, they get scratched into our souls I guess you're old enough to know Kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes Screwing in the surf and going out to shows They get high and they ride around in GTOs Certain songs, they get so scratched into our souls Certain songs, they get so scratched into our souls