Suburban Kings - Tom DeLonge

Daddy is 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

And Tommy need a new guitar

Tommy ain’t a high school drop out

Who got kicked out of high school fall

I’m holding my head is gonna blow up right on

Wake shot up these words

I’ve got quite a bit grey

Like they were yesterday

We were on our way

When the songs do their thing

And we’re singing

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

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

I’m holding my head is gonna blow up right on

Wake shot up these words

I’ve got quite a bit grey

Like they were yesterday

We were on our way

When the 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 til 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

We show the worst of themselves

We must sound the alarm

These kids, they jumped out of Hell

A freaking hydrogen bomb

Bombs away