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