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rare americans - (s)kids lyrics

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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

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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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i’m a skid, a skid, a punk rock kid
got my headphones on, and i blast the sh+t
i’m a skid, a skid, a punk rock kid
the discman plays, and man i write to live

- rare americans lyrics

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