Mohawk

There’s a kid, there’s a kid over there
Ripped jeans without no style
He’s got teeth like jaws
Poor kid can’t even smile

He wears a Mohawk out of his hair
Any walk seems denial
With shoes untied again
Where do I begin?

He’s got no car, no job, no money, no life, no girl
But he’s in a band!
And the furthest he has ever gone
In his life with a girl was holding hands

Memories of high school are a little uncool
Kids flew my t-shirt from the tall flag pole
Was a living nightmare and in times I felt so scared
I was the kid sat over there

There’s a party and he wants to get in
Everybody at school is invited
It’s Friday night and
He’s never been more excited

At the door, he sees the girls by the pool’s side
Can’t wait to get in and have a good time
But he’s denied again
The both sides let you down my friend

turns away and walks away and there’s pain
It feels like it was only yesterday

Memories of high school are a little uncool
Kids flew my t-shirt from the tall flag pole
Was a living nightmare and in times I felt so scared
I was the kid sat over there
I was the kid sat over there

There’s a kid there’s a kid over there
Ripped jeans without no style
He’s got teeth like jaws

Memories of high school are a little uncool
Kids flew my t-shirt from the tall flag pole
Was a living nightmare and in times I felt so scared
I was the kid sat over there
(there’s a kid there’s a kid over there)
I was the kid sat over there
(with Mohawk out of his hair)
I was the kid sat over there