Home show, mom don\'t know
Run out the back door, he\'s passed out on the floor
Third time, been caught twice
Forgive out neighbor Bob, I think he humped the dog
But good things come to those who wait, \'cause she laid me
And mom and dad possess the key, instant slavery
No need to explain the plan, no need to even bother
I\'ll pack my bag, I swear I\'ll run, wish my friends were 21
White lies, bloodshot eyes
Breath of alcohol, stole it from the mall
How\'s Chris market with lipstick
Better call their fathers, sleeping with your daughters
But good things...
You don\'t belong, you left the kids to carry on
You planned thier fall
Too bad you\'re wrong, don\'t need mom, dad, slave, drive, song
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
Turn low the radio
I thing I hear my dad yelling at the band
But good things...
You don\'t belong
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
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