90's kids doin' military shit,
6 or 7 of em by the barbecue pit
Their teachers are mean and their parents are sick.
Stumble on home talkin' big readiness.
VFW, CVS spins
Mission is attrition by an open-ended script.
You wanna talk about it
I think that's more than I got.
I just want to feel the best I ever have
Every single day.
Concrete kicks ballet in spits,
Door-to-door salesman always knockin' on a kiss
His checkin is empty and his friends are sick.
They say a lot of things that they'll never say to him.
Lark streets for lovers baby
Pander twice and you're caught.
We just want to feel the best we ever have any other way.
90's kids doin' military shit, 6 or 7 of em by the barbeque pit
You wanna talk about it
I don't think I can stop.
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90's kids doin' military shit,
6 or 7 of em by the barbecue pit
Their teachers are mean and their parents are sick.
Stumble on home talkin' big readiness.
VFW, CVS spins
Mission is attrition by an open-ended script.
You wanna talk about it
I think that's more than I got.
I just want to feel the best I ever have
Every single day.
Concrete kicks ballet in spits,
Door-to-door salesman always knockin' on a kiss
His checkin is empty and his friends are sick.
They say a lot of things that they'll never say to him.
Lark streets for lovers baby
Pander twice and you're caught.
We just want to feel the best we ever have any other way.
90's kids doin' military shit, 6 or 7 of em by the barbeque pit
You wanna talk about it
I don't think I can stop.
6 or 7 of em by the barbecue pit
Their teachers are mean and their parents are sick.
Stumble on home talkin' big readiness.
VFW, CVS spins
Mission is attrition by an open-ended script.
You wanna talk about it
I think that's more than I got.
I just want to feel the best I ever have
Every single day.
Concrete kicks ballet in spits,
Door-to-door salesman always knockin' on a kiss
His checkin is empty and his friends are sick.
They say a lot of things that they'll never say to him.
Lark streets for lovers baby
Pander twice and you're caught.
We just want to feel the best we ever have any other way.
90's kids doin' military shit, 6 or 7 of em by the barbeque pit
You wanna talk about it
I don't think I can stop.
Writer: Daniel Lafave
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Copyright: Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING