Parking Lot
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
Booths 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 lives
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 until 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 lives
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 lives
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
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
Booths 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 lives
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 until 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 lives
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 lives
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
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Barker, Mark Hoppus, John Feldmann, Matthew Skiba
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