Blink-182 - This Is Home

We work and slave the day away.
We're raised in perfect families.
We fucking fight like vagabonds.
We dance like fucking animals.
Don't stop, the band is coming on.
Rude boys and punks will shout along.
Police cars bring 'cuffs and loaded guns.
Kids scream,
But laughing as they run.

I hope, do you wanna let go?
'Cause this is home.

Gun shots, the punks are rioting.
The stage is slowly crumbling.
Smash doors, and try to stay alive.
A few drinks in the low of broken lights.
Go hide and call the cavalry.
Let's dance in perfect harmony.
Get close, the crowd will come apart.
That girl will try to make you hard.

I hope, do you wanna let go?
Do you wanna' this time?
I hope you wanna' let go.
'Cause this is home.