Mr. Little Jeans

In the suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me wed never survive
Grab your mothers keys were leavin

You always seemed so sure
That one day wed be fighting
A suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore

But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored

Sometimes I cant believe it
Im movin past the feeling
Sometimes I cant believe it
Im movin past the feeling again

Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams were still screamin and runnin through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall
Meant nothin at all
Meant nothin at all
It meant nothin

Sometimes I cant believe it
Im movin past the feeling
Sometimes I cant believe it
Im movin past the feeling and into the night

So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while Im still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before all this damage is done

But if its too much to ask, its too much to ask
Then send me a son

Under the overpass
In the parking lot were still waiting
Its already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
Cause its already passed
Its already, already passed!

Sometimes I cant believe it
Im movin past the feeling
Sometimes I cant believe it
Im movin past the feeling again

Im movin past the feeling
Im movin past the feeling

In my dreams were still screamin
Were still screamin
Were still screamin




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