paroles de chanson Suburban Kings - Tom DeLonge
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
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