Parking Lot

Remember the days we would drink on the train
 On our way to the show, Chicago
 Naked Raygun live at the Cabaret Metro
 Ten bucks to get into a fight you can't win
 Booths and braces, yellow laces,
 Oxblood traces of the night before
 We are forgotten young suburbia
 Loose on the streets of California
 Underneath fluorescent lights
 We'll waste the best nights of our lives
 Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot
 Na na-na na-na na-na
 Na na-na na-na na-na
 Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot
 I can't wait until I'm off of work
 I'll meet my friends at the Target curb
 I rolled my ankle, Matt just broke his wrist
 I climbed through your window at 3am
 We listened to The Smiths and The Violent Femmes
 Yeah, we both sang, "Why can't I get one kiss?"
 We are forgotten young suburbia
 Loose on the streets of California
 Underneath fluorescent lights
 We'll waste the best nights of our lives
 Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot
 We are the broken
 No end in sight
 We're the forgotten soldiers you left behind
 There's no use trying
 We lost the war
 Now the dead and dying are back to even the score
 We are forgotten young suburbia
 Loose on the streets of California
 Underneath fluorescent lights
 We'll waste the best nights of our lives
 Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot
 Na na-na na-na na-na
 Na na-na na-na na-na
 Fuck this place, let's put up a parking lot