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JJ Demon

Runaway Kids

 

Runaway Kids

(album: Splish - 2015)


Hm, metronome (Metronome)
Are we recording? (Are we recording?)
Uh, yeah
Alright

Money stolen, money spent
Make some money, make some cents
Bail the party, jump the fence
We can't afford another offense
No offence, none taken
IPod, no radio station
Find God on the CD from Jason
Put Dom onto a new playlist
In a studio, wasted all day
In a school, tag coat in the hallway
We all raise hell on the reg
Seen the inside of a cell
Why do we lie to ourselves?
Why do we try to be anything else?
I'm anything but
Package of pills and a Hennessy cup
Realizing that we fucked everything up

What are we doing in ruining everything that we have built?
No miracle, yeah, I went back on the heroin when I heard Jamie got killed
Family first, wondering, "Can it be worse?"
Than losing a brother, I look in the eyes of his mother
And wonder if she could just keep it together
Does it even get better?
I bet if we listen a little, we'd grow up a little more sane
But we had a problem, being both from the bottom
Our life has been riddled with pain
Our fathers are dead, our fathers are drowning in debt
Our fathers are locked in a jail
Our fathers were never around, we build a defense
We say that we're better without

We were the runaway kids
Forties up under the bridge
Wondering which summer we're gonna get rich
Or wind up inside a Montgomery Ditch
Born in the late 80's (Hey)
From babies making babies (Ho)
Think I wanna maybe (Stay)
Think I wanna maybe (Go)
We were the runaway kids
Forties up under the bridge
Wondering which summer we're gonna get rich
Or wind up inside a Montgomery Ditch
Born in the late 80's (Hey)
From babies making babies (Ho)
Think I wanna maybe (Stay)
Think I wanna maybe (Go)

Chuck the deuce to the wind
For the cause, for the win
When did it start, when will it end?
Forever before, and never again
Chuck the deuce to the wind
For the cause, for the win
When did it start, when will it end?
Forever before, and never again

We knew we couldn't be tamed, we knew we shouldn't be blamed
Misunderstood, we're yelling "what's good?" with our foot to the flame
Feeling no shame, we're fixing it now
We were just wasted
We were just wasting time in a basement breaking it down
Living and loving and fucking around
Fighting and fucking and drinking and drugging
And waiting for greatness to happen without even chasing it down
It's amazing we found any peace
Somebody cue up a beat
Yeah, but we had the best times of our lives though
Everybody wanted to climb inside our sideshow

We were the runaway kids
Forties up under the bridge
Wondering which summer we're gonna get rich
Or wind up inside a Montgomery Ditch
Born in the late 80's (Hey)
From babies making babies (Ho)
Think I wanna maybe (Stay)
Think I wanna maybe (Go)
We were the runaway kids
Forties up under the bridge
Wondering which summer we're gonna get rich
Or wind up inside a Montgomery Ditch
Born in the late 80's (Hey)
From babies making babies (Ho)
Think I wanna maybe (Stay)
Think I wanna maybe (Go)

We were the runaway kids
Forties up under the bridge
Wondering which summer we're gonna get rich
Got the Montgomery itch, yeah
Come up and get in the ditch, general abyss
Sorry Suburbia, courteously it's the people you promised a shot
I'm not even sure we deserve it
Gladiators in the stadium for always
We hit the vein and paint our names up in the hallways
I don't wanna be someone that I don't wanna be (Hey)
I don't wanna see someone I love go underneath (Hey)
And Tommy OD'ed, Jamie got murdered
Fav got a bad back, so did Amanda Sterner
Kyle wrecked his Harley
His brother, Matt, drowned in a quarry
This is when it stopped being a party

We were the runaway kids
Forties up under the bridge
Wondering which summer we're gonna get rich
Or wind up inside a Montgomery Ditch
Born in the late 80's (Hey)
From babies making babies (Ho)
Think I wanna maybe (Stay)
Think I wanna maybe (Go)
We were the runaway kids
Forties up under the bridge
Wondering which summer we're gonna get rich
Or wind up inside a Montgomery Ditch
Born in the late 80's (Hey)
From babies making babies (Ho)
Think I wanna maybe (Stay)
Think I wanna maybe (Go)

Think I wanna, think
Think I wanna, think
Think I wanna maybe go
Think I wanna maybe go
Think I wanna maybe go

done

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