Hip Hop Kids - Portugal. The Man

I went out to take a walk with my baby daughter.

Brought her coat from Paris;

that one I bought her.

And we brought some bread to feed the swans,

But they were already gone, they were already gone.

Yeah yeah the punks are tough

Fuck those rock and rollers

All you hip hop kids

Think we give a shit, well

We don’t, we don’t, we don’t.

We don’t, we don’t, we don’t.

I’m your mother’s son, that fucking holy roller

And I just stand still

Watch the world grow colder

And I can’t change, I can’t change.

Yeah yeah the punks are tough

Fuck those rock and rollers

All you hip hop kids

Think we give a shit, well

We don’t, we don’t, we don’t.

We don’t, we don’t, we don’t.

And I got work to do when

I’ll play with your head in your hands

I’ll just lay with my head in my hands.

I’m not afraid to die.

Don’t care if I get older.

Cry, cry, no I don’t cry,

I just take it over.

I just take it over.

You love those rock and rollers.

You love those rock and rollers.