Parking Lot

Remember the days we would drink on the train On our way to the show, Chicago Naked Raygun live at the Cabaret Metro Ten bucks to get into a fight you can't win Booths and braces, yellow laces, Oxblood traces of the night before We are forgotten young suburbia Loose on the streets of California Underneath fluorescent lights We'll waste the best nights of our lives Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot Na na-na na-na na-na Na na-na na-na na-na Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot I can't wait until I'm off of work I'll meet my friends at the Target curb I rolled my ankle, Matt just broke his wrist I climbed through your window at 3am We listened to The Smiths and The Violent Femmes Yeah, we both sang, "Why can't I get one kiss?" We are forgotten young suburbia Loose on the streets of California Underneath fluorescent lights We'll waste the best nights of our lives Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot We are the broken No end in sight We're the forgotten soldiers you left behind There's no use trying We lost the war Now the dead and dying are back to even the score We are forgotten young suburbia Loose on the streets of California Underneath fluorescent lights We'll waste the best nights of our lives Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot Na na-na na-na na-na Na na-na na-na na-na Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot