We Skeem - Pop Punk is Dead (feat. Postcard)

Growing up we called it punk rock
Then we called it pop punk
'Cause all the whiny moans from fans of the Ramones would pop up
So like them we told our pops off
Mixing soda with some Pop Rocks
Had some friends who would get popped over dropped rocks
But the paradox of skate jocks
Playing rebellious but we're all jealous
Spin around to mimic Tony Hawk
No pro skaters in my park
But the corners have their X-Games
Skater girls with their sex play
Cause our parents such dismay
Bring them home outrageous
Dad couldn't look away
Blamed it on her gauges
But he really wanted to play
So he let the Avril poster stay

I don't really know anymore
I don't really care if I conform
I just miss the good old days
Gonna do my thing
Pop punk is dead anyway

Made by gone people today
Like former rapper MGK
I guess I am a zombie too
The corpse of blink-182

Now I just wanna go back to the times I felt alive
This sadness in my heart feels like I could die
I'm at an all time low but I wish that I could fly
Play me that coffeeshop soundtrack as the memories fly by
Gavin dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
I'm clearly skating on some different type of Vans, yeah
Growing up was never really in the plans, yeah
But we made it out the place we couldn't stand

I don't really know anymore
I don't really care if I conform
I just miss the good old days
Gonna do my thing
Pop punk is dead anyway

Made by gone people today
Like former rapper MGK
I guess I am a zombie too
The corpse of blink-182

I don't really know anymore
I don't really care if I conform
I just miss the good old days
Gonna do my thing
Pop punk is dead anyway

Written by:
Matt Gisbrecht, We Skeem

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