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