When we were young you'd always get so mad
Your temper grew more and more each day
Entitled thoughts unrivaled by your peers
But as we've grown old you disappeared, oh dear
You think you'd get used to
Never getting what you want
While the rest of us
Got used to seeing you fall apart
Cause when you'd get mad
You'd always throw hands
Man you're such a bummer
Wannabe Joe Strummer
Yeah you thought you were always right
Even when you were wrong
You grew up playing basketball
Then picked up playing bass guitar
Dreamt of being a rock n' rolla
Learned to love that rock n roll
Your dad he's a rock n' rolla
Said forget about that rock & roll, son!
Bikes and weed in the streets
I'll never forget how it used to be
A couple of kids in your basement wasted
You could have done it I thought it was true
You could have done it they didn't let you
You could have done it but your dreams derailed
For god country and family
You've turned to a failure