They were children of divorce, never led a charming life
Or their parents stayed together, fought all day and drank at night
And the din of living here just wasn't right

They were often left alone, their mistakes came from neglect
Smoked some pot and stole some shit, never taught to come correct
In your eyes their lives were wrecked
Just wrecked
And I say

All you Christian people, where's your helping hand if not at home?
All your vision, people, doesn't speak to those you've left alone
Could it be the wayward ones that you condemn deserve your throne?
We'll never know

So they found some wheels and set a course for benches and for stairs
So they'd grind and pop and flip the script and give you more gray hair
And the din of your reaction wasn't fair

Now they're criminals for narrow minded coppers to bring home
All for punishment that didn't fit the crime, you're casting stones
From your mansion made of glass you watch them go

All four wheels would ride until another border heard the call
Now it's age sixteen, they're mean because you wait for them to fall
Could it be the wayward ones that you condemn deserve it all?
Still you build your wall

You've got your head in the sand
You're looking right down your nose
But you're no better than them
In fact the other way goes
Yeah, you can think what you want
And you can refuse to grow
Just know their pain's a pain that you will never know
You'll never know

You had kindness in you, saw that one last time before the end
Blasting Regulate and riding to the park, you were my friend
Skating to your favorite tune
Sorry that you're gone so soon