Rocknroll
Lovedrug Lyrics


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It's Tuesday and I already hit the bottle
I can't even fall in love at happy hour
I think I'll go home now and dream about
The nightmares that could be
Like all my friends turning into my enemies
You're good at pushing me out

Late that night I am awakened by the banshee's cry
And I am much too scared to get a drink
I see the rusty swing set blow
From generations long ago
Under moonlight the plow is stained
by the power of your name
You're good at pushing me out

The farmer's daughter raises hell
When I try to kiss her
Screaming "daddies" now I run




Here's to sickle swinging fun
You're good at pushing me out

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lovedrug's "Rocknroll" speak to feelings of loneliness and isolation, accentuated by alcohol abuse and dark fantasies. The singer is a person who finds themselves turning to alcohol as a quick fix for their problems, but they are unable to form any meaningful connections with others, even in social situations such as happy hour. Instead, they retreat into their own mind, where they entertain nightmares of losing their friends and becoming an outcast. The second verse takes an even darker turn as the singer is awakened by a ghostly howl and is too frightened to reach for the bottle. They witness surreal scenes like a rusty swing set and a blood-stained plow, connected to someone with a powerful and sinister influence over them. The final lines allude to an encounter with the titular farmer's daughter, who rejects their advances with violence, leaving the singer to flee into the night.


Overall, the song paints a bleak picture of someone struggling within themselves and with their relationships to others. The use of the banshee's cry and other supernatural imagery further emphasizes the singer's feelings of being haunted and trapped. The tone is both melancholic and haunting, matching the desperation of the singer's situation.


Line by Line Meaning

It's Tuesday and I already hit the bottle
I am already drinking on a weekday


I can't even fall in love at happy hour
I cannot find love even during the most sociable hours


I think I'll go home now and dream about The nightmares that could be
I would rather go home and dream about possible nightmares


Like all my friends turning into my enemies
I fear that my friends may turn against me


You're good at pushing me out
You have a habit of keeping me at arm's length


Late that night I am awakened by the banshee's cry
I am disturbed by a loud and frightening noise at night


And I am much too scared to get a drink
I am too scared to drink anything to calm myself


I see the rusty swing set blow From generations long ago
I see an old, rusty swing set swaying in the wind


Under moonlight the plow is stained by the power of your name
The moonlight reveals your name on a plow, reminding me of your influence


The farmer's daughter raises hell When I try to kiss her
The farmer's daughter gets angry when I try to kiss her


Screaming "daddies" now I run Here's to sickle swinging fun
She shouts for her father and I quickly leave, pretending it was all in good fun


You're good at pushing me out
You have made it clear that you do not want to be close to me




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MICHAEL L. SHEPARD

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