Parking Lot - blink-182

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

Boots 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 life

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 'til 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 life

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 life

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