The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
The O.C. Supertones
I was just nineteen I had my first pocket full of some money
So I called up Sid and I got a tattoo on my arm
Then I got a sound system for my 1970 Chevy
To get that old school knockin’ like my trunk was settin off bombs
It wasn’t long before my money was gone
It was a pretty little lie
But it didn’t satisfy
When I was 21, I was young I was dumb and successful
I had a new hit record and a pretty little thing on my arm
It was all I’d ever wanted I was ready to feel fantastic
But every single night when I would step on that stage and perform
With every breath I felt emptiness
And now fast forward to my undeniable failure
I didn’t have nothin but Jesus and a blue collar job
I was scared that everyone would think that I was a loser
But I never felt surer that I was in the presence of God
To my surprise I felt satisfied