Spitting on your momma's grave
you start to think about happiness,
silly jokes and rainy clouds.
It's okay to be dark sometimes.
And we can be kids,
kids for days.
Hanging on the old cassettes,
being kids for days.
Please let them forget our faces.
Set them free.
And no more rainbows, please,
no more sugar free sodas.
You can keep the change.
Sleeping early is only good
if you wake up late.
Oh, momma, this is the end.
Can we be kids for days?