Suburban Kings

Daddy's gonna come to meet us Every guy that wished and fell I got a brand new apartment On the other side of Poway Hill Every kid is dreading Monday Ice is on my window sill Waiting for a brand new skateboard I'm waiting for a bit of skill Tommy want a punk-rock weekend But Tommy need a new guitar Tommy ain't a high school drop out Who got kicked out of high school fall Wait, Hold up my head Is gonna blow up right on Think, Wake shot up these words I've got quite a bit grey (Quite a bit grey) Like they were yesterday (Were yesterday) We were on our way (We were on our way) When the songs do their thing (Songs do their thing) And we singing... Suburban kings they will die But will rise up one day Like little kids they will fight 'Till they all get their way And make the most of themselves But we sound the alarm Like they jumped straight out of Hell A freaking hydrogen bomb Bombs away You gotta get the rules and break them This house is getting out of hand Mother's got a thing for praying But God is gonna hate my band Tommy wants a life of purpose Tommy has some dreams to plan I drive to that shit apartment I'm gonna build a punk-rock band Wait, hold up my head Is gonna blow up right on Think, Wake shot up these words I've got quite a bit grey (Quite a bit grey) Like they were yesterday (Were yesterday) We were on our way (We were on our way) When the ships stop at lair (Ships stop at lair) And we woke up the hell... Suburban kings they will die But will rise up one day Like little kids they will fight 'Till they all get their way And make the most of themselves But we sound the alarm Like they jumped straight out of Hell A freaking hydrogen bomb Suburban kings they will die But will rise up one day With steady wings they will fly From up and out of their cage And show the worst of themselves We must sound the alarm These kids, they jumped out of Hell A freaking hydrogen bomb Bombs away Suburban kings they will die But will rise up one day Like little kids they will fight 'Till they all get their way And make the most of themselves But we sound the alarm Like they jumped straight out of Hell A freaking hydrogen bomb Suburban kings they will die But will rise up one day With steady wings they will fly From up and out of their cage And show the worst of themselves We must sound the alarm These kids, they jumped out of Hell A freaking hydrogen bomb Bombs away