Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roger Joseph Manning Jr.
Keyboards
Mark Hoppus
Bass Guitar
Tom DeLonge
Lead Vocals
Travis Barker
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Hoppus
Songwriter
Travis Barker
Songwriter
Tom DeLonge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Finn
Producer
Tom Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Mike Fasano
Drum Technician
Sean O'Dwyer
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Home show, mom won't know
Run out the back door
He's passed out on the floor
Third time, been caught twice
Forgive our neighbor Bob
I think he humped the dog
But good things come to those who wait
'Cause she laid me
And mom and dad posses the key
Instant slavery
No need to explain the plan
No need to even bother
I'll pack my bags I swear I'll run
Wish my friends were 21
White lies, bloodshot eyes
Breath of alcohol, stole it from the mall
How's Chris marked with lipstick?
Better call their fathers, sleeping with your daughters
But good things come to those who wait
'Cause she laid me
And mom and dad posses the key
Instant slavery
No need to explain the plan
No need to even bother
I'll pack my bags I swear I'll run
Wish my friends were 21
You don't belong
You left the kids to carry on
You planned their fall
Too bad you're wrong
Don't need a mom-dad slave drive song
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
Turn low the radio
I think I hear my dad
Yelling at the band
But good things come to those who wait
'Cause she laid me
And mom and dad posses the key
Instant slavery
No need to explain the plan
No need to even bother
I'll pack my bags I swear I'll run
Wish my friends were 21
You don't belong
You left the kids to carry on
You planned their fall
Too bad you're wrong
Don't need a mom dad slave drive song
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
Writer(s): Travis L Barker, Mark Hoppus, Thomas Delonge
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