Stuck in the jetwash Bad trip I couldn't get off And maybe I bit off more than I could chew And overhead of the aqua blue
Fall to your knees bring on the rapture Blessed be the boys time can't capture On film or between the sheets I always fall from your window To the pitch black streets
And with the black banners raised As the crooked smiles fade Former heroes who quit too late Just wanna fill up the trophy case again
And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright I'll be yours When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
I'm not passive but aggressive Take note, it's not impressive Empty your sadness Like you're dumping your purse On my bedroom floor We put your curse in reverse
And it's our time now if you want to be More the war like the carnival bears set free And your love is anemic and I can't believe That you couldn't see it coming from me
And I still feel that rush in my veins It twists my head just a bit too thin All those people In those old photographs I've seen are dead
And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright I'll be yours When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
And sometimes I just want to sit around And gaze at my shoes yeah And let your dirty sadness fill me up Just like a balloon
And in the end I'd do it all again I think you're my best friend Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright I'll be yours When it rains it pours Stay thirsty like before Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
Compositores: Peter Wentz, Andrew John Hurley, Patrick Martin Stumph, Joseph Mark Trohman ECAD: Obra #11828439 Fonograma #11433470