Friends, a warehouse pain
They tack their own car
A thousand kids who buried their parents
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
No smooth chords on the car radio
No smooth chords on the car radio
We set the trash on fire
And watch outside the door
The ? ? ? of the paper
And out of the ? ? ?
There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye
No smooth chords on the car radio
No harsh chords on the car radio
No smooth chords on the car radio
No ... chords on the car radio