Suburban Riot
Blow Out
We're getting all of this on camera
Well you can use it in the courts
He feels like getting condemned, for acts of sex with young men
Oh, regardless of how painfully short
But we are singing, there ain't too much on our minds
The back is brimming, with people having a time
I think there's trouble coming ashore
But that's a passing fad, us kids aren't sad anymore
We are on the verge
Of the blow out of all time
But that is none of our concern
Hey__
Your daddy says he's never met me
And that my, reputation is such
That he don't want me around, taking you on the town
Well I can promise that we did touch
(Thank you, sir!)
Can you drive me, drive me home?
My girl is drunk, and I'm alone
The road is further than before
A miracle to touch my door
We have forgotten, forgotten how to dance
A cardboard cutout, in an awkward stance
Delivering a message to you
To shake your ass ma'am, when you are in my room!
From Letras Mania