Tom DeLonge - Suburban Kings | Текст песни

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Daddy’s gonna come to meet us
Every kind of wish that fell
I got a brand new apartment
On the underside of Poway hill
Every kid is dreading Monday
Ice is on my window sill
Waiting for a brand new skateboard
And waiting for a bit of skill
Tommy want a punk rock weekend
But Tommy need a new guitar
Tommy ain’t a high school dropout
But got kicked out of high school

Far wait hold on my head is gonna blow up, right up
Think, wait, shut up, these words have gotten quite a bit gray
Like they were yesterday and we were on our way
When the songs do their thing

And Suburban Kings they will die but will rise up one day
Like little kids they will fight til they all get their way
And make the most of themselves but we sound the alarm
Like they jumped straight out of hell
Like a freaking hydrogen bomb, bombs away

You kind of get the rules and break em
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 land
I drive to that shit apartment
I’m gonna build a punk rock band

Far wait hold on my head is gonna blow up, right up
Think, wait, shut up, these words have gotten quite a bit gray
Like they were yesterday and we were on our way
When the ships stops at land
And they know what you have

And Suburban Kings they will die but will rise up one day
Like little kids they will fight til they all get their way
And make the most of themselves but we sound the alarm
Like they jumped straight out of hell
Like a freaking hydrogen bomb, bombs away

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 but we must sound the alarm
These kids they jumped out of hell
Like a freaking hydrogen bomb, bombs away

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