High Fives You Guys

As disheveled a a grown man can look
In a suit and tie
Eating breakfast in my car
It was only a few years ago
When I thought I knew just what I wanted
Yeah just how to get it
As disheveled as a grown man
Yeah I'm pathetic I'm a grown man
I wish it felt like the 80's
When we were much smaller
But somehow felt bigger than now
Hey Hey!

And I'm finally old enough to understand
That no fucking punk band is ever gonna save me
But they were always pointing in the right direction
"Do it yourself!" screaming "Do it yourself!"
And I've been thinking about my dad
And how he always made it work
And how he never needed
A fucking loud song to vent about it

Me and my friends
We may not have the answers
But we're getting damn good
At yelling the questions
We may not know all of the words
But we're singing along
We're singing along, yeah
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Bada bada
Na na nananana



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Wakefield
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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