Lyrics

I sing about growing up with my friends, in a little old town Just sitting in the park, drinking all night and wasting life If you had another chance would you change a thing, or do it all again? It worked out alright, it's a pretty nice life Got the 9 to 5, the kids and the wife and the cars in the drive But we still pretend it's 2005 at night Do you wanna play in a pop punk band, singing na na na Just jumping on stage, playing in the dark in your Macbeth shirt Hoping that a girl might look your way if you can really play So you turn it up, all the way, get the gain up high Cause that sounds sick if you can't really play And we all pretend it's 2005 at night And we ask does pineapple belong on a pizza? And we sing about leaving our home town But that's where I belong and the only real place I know So now, I really just wanna go home, I wanna go home And now we come to the quiet verse, there's no guitar Just the bass on its own, but I'll go on And you can sing along if you really want Just follow on and we'll all have fun and go home I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna know does pineapple belong on a pizza? And we sing about leaving our home town But that's where I belong and the only real place I know So now, I really just wanna go home, I wanna go home Have you ever played Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2 yeah? And dreamt about leaving your home town? When you're waiting for a girl but you know that she'll let you down So now, you really just wanna go home
Writer(s): Alex Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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