Bombed Out Basments

Bombed out basements full of Christmas lights
We're dancing through the night
If I had only known Rock and Roll was dead
Oh, how big your dreams were
The devil had to hold you back

Hey mom, don't think I fit in
I'll try my hand at singing
I'm gonna be a rock star

I'll wear my funny pants
And all the girls will start to dance
I'll draw stars on guitars and change the world

Hey Mom, don't think I fit in
I'll try my hand at singing
I'm gonna be a rock star

Maybe if I write the perfect chords
And write the beautiful words
That everyone wants to hear
they'll know I'm worth it
And to an end, I'll just pretend
Mama, I don't fit in

In these bombed out basements
With Christmas lights
I'm telling lies just to make it by
Even here, it is clear
I don't belong anywhere
Maybe if I write the perfect song

Hey Mom, don't think I did it
I'll try my hand at singing
I'm gonna be a rock star
Hey Mom, don't think I did it
I'll try my hand at singing
I'm gonna be a rock star

Bombed out basements full of Christmas lights
We're dancing through the night
If I had only known Rock and Roll was dead



Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Lucas
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