(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 (my name!)
Being free, man, that's the game
Suck in a car parents' great plains
God, he don't know my name

Might as well have been 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

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

(1, 2, 3)

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