Used

You used to be a lot like your mom You used to be a lot like your dad You used to be a lot like a son of a bitch And that's the way it goes You used to cry a lot like a baby Cry a lot when you're mad You used to be the one that's a very soft soul And that's the way it goes (right here) And that's the way it goes You put a bullet through your nose (Ahh, ahh, ahh) It seems like summer (Ahh) The sun is hot (Ahh) The moon is full (Ahh) Your week is shot (Ahh) Your weekend's blown You could be the one To run the line To run (ahh, ahh, ahh) You used to cry a lot like a baby Cryin' when you're mad You used to be the one that's a very soft soul And that's the way it goes It happens all the time Readjusting all the time My hat holds a very soft soul (Ahh, ahh, ahh) And that's the way it goes (alright!) And that's the way it goes You put a bullet through your nose (Ahh, ahh, ahh) It seems like summer (Ahh) The sun is hot (Ahh) The moon is full (Ahh) Your week is shot (Ahh) Your weekend's blown You could be the one to run, but... (Ahh) The sun is hot (Ahh) The moon is full (Ahh) Your week is shot (Ahh) Your weekend's blown You could be the one To run the line (to run the line) To run the line (ahh)