Maybe you're righteous, maybe you're cruel
Maybe we can make out after school
Maybe you're cute but you got bad skin
Maybe the walls are closing in
This song is my "f*ck you" song
My brain is a f*cking mess
This song is an SOS
To young curmudgeon
To young curmudgeon
Maybe it's time to settle the score
Maybe it's time for a world war
Maybe you're shy, maybe I'm hesitant
Maybe we should give up and kill the president
Bang-bang
Bang-bang
Ooooh-ooh
And the walls are closing in
Ooooh-ooh
There's spiders in my pockets
Ooooh-ooh
And all of our enemies
Ooooh-ooh
They got good hair but they don't know how to rock it
This song is my "thank you" song
I swear I will not regress
This song is an SOS
To young
To young curmudgeon
To young curmudgeon
Let's go!
Hey babs, hey ben, thanks for all you've done
You reached into the darkness and helped me re-discover punk rock
Like Joe Strummer, Sonic Youth and the mighty Repressions
You gave me the language to undress my ill-conceived obsessions
And in the madness and the sadness that is 2017
We all need the help of our friends to reach out and pull us into the in-between
And our funny little group of misfits and dragons
As our friends stumble on and off and on the side of their wagons
I said hey!
Take a walk on the child side
Hey!
Take a walk on the child side
Hey!
Take a walk on the child side
Hey!
Take a walk on the child side