(S)KiDS

I'm a skid, a skid, a punk rock kid

My old man, you know what he did?

Punched me right in the heart!

And now my world has fallen apart

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

How do I start? Scotty's the name

Being free man, that's the game

Stuck in a car, parents, great plains

God? He don't know my name (My name!)

I might as well be handcuffed in the trunk

Leaving real ones behind, who showed me punk (Punk!)

Phony Marshall family, city of champions bound

Been a minute since any champions been crowned

Pops is gonna pop, a heart attack and drop

A stereotypical control freak cop

My old man Mick, made his mark as a NARC

Living with him, dirty thirty shade of dark

Soon as mom's awake, a shot so she don't shake

How does she take it? A lesser women would break

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Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya

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I'm a skid, a skid, a punk rock kid

Got my headphones on, and I blast the shit

I'm a skid, a skid, a punk rock kid

The Discman plays, and man I write to live