Dirty hands, blistered feet, playing in the sun but now
we"re feeling the heat. Summer in the suburbs, safe and
sound, knowing what it"s like: nostalgia brings us down.
We"ve roamed the streets, always out of luck. The glory
days, but now we"re sobering up. scraped our knees on
the barren ground. it"s only skin, but nostalgia keeps
us down. Nostalgia burns. Yet we still raise our fists to the heedless skies. We p*** on god, our ethos never
dies. Nostalgia burns. Nostalgia hurts. Nostalgia flirts. Nostalgia f**** us up.
we"re feeling the heat. Summer in the suburbs, safe and
sound, knowing what it"s like: nostalgia brings us down.
We"ve roamed the streets, always out of luck. The glory
days, but now we"re sobering up. scraped our knees on
the barren ground. it"s only skin, but nostalgia keeps
us down. Nostalgia burns. Yet we still raise our fists to the heedless skies. We p*** on god, our ethos never
dies. Nostalgia burns. Nostalgia hurts. Nostalgia flirts. Nostalgia f**** us up.