HOA Board Hates My Band

[Intro]

[amp squeal

Then full-band crash]

(yeah)

[Verse 1]

Mom’s minivan in the driveway

Case of warm beer in the back

Neighbors peekin’ through curtains

Like they’re under attack

Stickers on the basement door

All the bands I swore I’d outgrow

Dad yelling down through the floor

“Turn it down” while we let it all blow

[Chorus]

I got nowhere to go

So I blow these walls

Rebellious suburban rage in these four dull halls

Every cul-de-sac cop

Every dead-eye lawn

Can’t kill this wrong

Can’t kill this song

Yeah

I’m wasting my youth on the perfect wrong

(so wrong, so strong)

[Verse 2]

HOA fine in the mailbox

“Too loud

Kid

Clean up your act”

But my friends carved names in the workbench

That’s a blood oath

Can’t take it back

Half-tuned strings

Chipped black nail

We don’t care if it ever sounds “right”

Just three chords

One long exhale

Peel the paint from the ceiling tonight

[Chorus]

I got nowhere to go

So I blow these walls

Rebellious suburban rage in these four dull halls

Every cul-de-sac cop

Every dead-eye lawn

Can’t kill this wrong

Can’t kill this song

Yeah

I’m wasting my youth on the perfect wrong

(hey, hey, sing along)

[Bridge]

Mailbox baseball

Midnight run

Track house fences

Jump and run

Every lecture

Every rule

Just more fuel

More fuel

[Chorus]

I got nowhere to go

So I blow these walls

I got nowhere to go

So I blow these walls

Rebellious suburban rage in these four dull halls

Every cul-de-sac cop

Every dead-eye lawn

Can’t kill this wrong

Can’t kill this song

Yeah

I’m wasting my youth on the perfect wrong

(so wrong, so strong)

[Outro]

[band cuts

Baritone shout]

Perfect wrong

[full crash

Feedback trailing]