1987

Appetite for destruction Blowing us all away Poison looking so damned good I wondered if I was gay Whitesnake making us bang our heads In the still of the frickin' night Coverdale banging Tawny Kitaen And the world all felt just right 1987, I never wanna leave you When you told me I was in my prime why didn't I believe you? And the music scene will never be the same But I didn't realize that things could get this lame Dokken and lynch were young and hot They wеre warriors in a dream I couldn't understand thе loudness dude But man, that guy could scream Ozzy was on the cazy Train Bitin' heads off bats It was long before the YouTube trolls And this bullshit snappy-chats 1987, you're always gonna be the best Like fresh Colombian cocaine off a 19 year old breast And the kids these days will never understand What it's like to play an instrument and be in a band Growing out our hair Gettin' high with girls Cranking Scorpions and Priest Everyone in leather There never was a doubt In any of our minds that pretty soon Dave and Eddie Were getting back together 1987, where did we go astray? Back then the friends we had were real And we saw 'em every day And no one once got canceled for the things that they say 1987 will forever be the year When guys wore more lipstick than girls And no one seemed to care And the music that we worshipped will live on Even after all our heavy metal heroes are gone