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