Suburban Riot - Blow Out lyrics

We're getting all of this on camera Well you can use it in the courts He feels like getting condemned, for acts of s** with young men Oh, regardless of how painfully short But we are singing, there ain't too much on our minds The back is brimming, with people having a time I think there's trouble coming ashore But that's a pa**ing fad, us kids aren't sad anymore We are on the verge Of the blow out of all time But that is none of our concern Hey__ Your daddy says he's never met me And that my, reputation is such That he don't want me around, taking you on the town Well I can promise that we did touch (Thank you, sir!) Can you drive me, drive me home? My girl is drunk, and I'm alone The road is further than before A miracle to touch my door We have forgotten, forgotten how to dance A cardboard cutout, in an awkward stance Delivering a message to you To shake your a** ma'am, when you are in my room!