Suburban Kings Songtext
von Tom DeLonge

Daddy's 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
But Tommy need a new guitar
Tommy ain't a high school drop out
Who got kicked out of high school fall
Wait, Hold up my head
Is gonna blow up right on
Think, Wake shot up these words
I've got quite a bit grey
(Quite a bit grey)
Like they were yesterday
(Were yesterday)
We were on our way


(We were on our way)
When the songs do their thing
(Songs do their thing)
And we singing... Suburban kings they will die
But will rise up one day
Like little kids they will fight
'Till 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
Wait, hold up my head
Is gonna blow up right on
Think, Wake shot up these words
I've got quite a bit grey
(Quite a bit grey)
Like they were yesterday
(Were yesterday)
We were on our way
(We were on our way)
When the ships stop at lair
(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
'Till 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
And show the worst of themselves
We must sound the alarm
These kids, they jumped out of Hell
A freaking hydrogen bomb
Bombs away
Suburban kings they will die
But will rise up one day
Like little kids they will fight
'Till 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
And show the worst of themselves
We must sound the alarm
These kids, they jumped out of Hell
A freaking hydrogen bomb
Bombs away