Weird Punx

Come on, come on, come on, let's go I got Gorilla Biscuits blasting mom's stereo 1999 I got that Snapcase mix tape Friday night, parking lot, hardcore tail gate We got the skater punk goth heavy metal skids Black number one on the girls and guys eye lids We all fit in 'cause we didn't fit in Round peg, square city, all stuck in Just killing time in the parking lots Scamming cigarettes Just waitin' on a chance to leave Come on, come on, come on, get gone There's a whole different world there going on Chuck a couple things in the van bring your mix tape See ya never, small town parking lot it's been great Just killing time living teenage lives Scamming cigarettes Just waiting on a chance to leave Used to take the city bus across my whole town Took me three transfers just to get down Listen to my Walkman, I'd try to read a book See the sad faces the night shift had took Finish loading trucks wash the dust off my arms Take the bus back uptown, the night breeze was warm Skate until the sun came up talking about our dreams Making up our exit plans, all our future schemes Here's to all the restless ones trying to survive Here's to all the restless ones who made it out alive Here's to all the restless ones Here's to all the restless ones