I recall seeing the pope
Pontiac 1987
Money changing between hands
Outside the Silverdome
Afterwards a riot broke
Old folks turned brutish
Trampling their way out the gates
Towards heaven
That fall from grace
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
The God of change
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
Remembering a Jumbo's night
December 26th
Weird faces filled up the bar
Half sober
Outside a steady snow
All new white
With new money and false friends
I don't like it
That fall from grace
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
The God of change
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
The dog in the manger eats its anger
But I miss it
The way it was before the scales
Fell from my eyes
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
Pontiac 87 Video (MV)
Performed By: Protomartyr
Language: English
Length: 4:31
Written by: Gregory Joseph Ahee, Joseph Casey, Scott Davidson, Alex Leonard
Protomartyr - Pontiac 87 Lyrics
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I recall seeing the pope
Pontiac 1987
Money changing between hands
Outside the Silverdome
Afterwards a riot broke
Old folks turned brutish
Trampling their way out the gates
Towards heaven
That fall from grace
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
The God of change
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
Remembering a Jumbo's night
December 26th
Weird faces filled up the bar
Half sober
Outside a steady snow
All new white
With new money and false friends
I don't like it
That fall from grace
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
The God of change
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
The dog in the manger eats its anger
But I miss it
The way it was before the scales
Fell from my eyes
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
Pontiac 1987
Money changing between hands
Outside the Silverdome
Afterwards a riot broke
Old folks turned brutish
Trampling their way out the gates
Towards heaven
That fall from grace
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
The God of change
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
Remembering a Jumbo's night
December 26th
Weird faces filled up the bar
Half sober
Outside a steady snow
All new white
With new money and false friends
I don't like it
That fall from grace
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
The God of change
Knocked me on my knees
Don't tell anyone
That's what I wanted
The dog in the manger eats its anger
But I miss it
The way it was before the scales
Fell from my eyes
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
There's no use being sad about it
What's the point of crying about it?
Writer: Gregory Joseph Ahee, Joseph Casey, Scott Davidson, Alex Leonard
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave