When The Kids Grow Up

Father and daughter go, to another gun show
Bang bang, hey this is fun
Lying down next to my mum
And we're like tralalala
Tralalala
We're like tralalala
We're like tralalala

I don't want to be around
When the kids grow up
I don't want to be around
When the kids grow up
This country is fucked

Billion dollar man, touch my hand
So I can thank you for the things that you've done
You got shit dribbling from your lip
And it's blinding everyone
And we're like tralalala
Tralalala
We're like tralalala
We're like tralalala

I don't want to be around
When the kids grow up
I don't want to be around
When the kids grow up
This country is fucked

I don't wanna be around
When the kids grow up
I don't wanna be around
When the kids grow up
When the kids grow up
I don't wanna be around
When the kids grow up
When the kids grow up
I don't wanna be around
When the kids grow up
When the kids grow up
I don't wanna be around
When the kids grow up
When the kids grow up

I don't wanna be around



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Voroshine
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