When you smile, it's a better place they're making shapes with their hands of exploding things they do it again and again
When you scream, scream simple things or they'll never hear a single word that you say you do again and again
We don't need these phones ringing our heads we're attached at the wrist to the end of it anytime that you want, we'll get out the knife and smile and cut the lines
And we were raised on planes Crashing, burning, soaring bright Up to the sky, where they're never coming back again...
We want to split the sky, into a piece of cocaine and never come down again we do it again and again
To liars that turn the youth into pigs presidents licking fools gold and magazines Anytime that you want, we'll get out the knife and smile and cut the line
And we were raised on planes Crashing burning soaring bright Up to the sky where they're never coming back again Raised on planes Crashing burning soaring bright Over wherever we are
So raise your hands like we were singing along with the times...