DAMN KIDS
Raising kids is harder than moshing… and twice as loud.
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) What do you want from me?
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) Why wont you let me be?
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) You always slam the door
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) You're always wanting more
You left Lego on the stairs again
I stepped on pain and I saw the end
Your bedroom always smells like skunk
That's no excuse for punching my junk
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) You're up at 5 A.M
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) Just broke the TV again
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) Crayons on the kitchen wall
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) Laughing while I lose it all
Changed my Netflix to a kids account
Now what the hell that's about
Every show's just talking food
The algorithm thinks I'm three, how rude
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) Told you not to touch that wire
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) Now the toaster's on fire
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) Left your bike in the rain
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) Driving me insane
Yeeted my keys, threw shade with a sigh
Flipped me off and I don't know why
Said I got no drip, like that's some quiz
Then you told me I have no rizz
I haven't peed alone in five damn years
You flung my underpants on the chandelier
I found a Froot Loop inside my shoe
I don't even eat those, that was you
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) What do you want from me?
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) Why wont you let me be?
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) You always slam the door
Damn Kids (Damn Kids) You're always wanting more
Every drawer's been emptied out
Your juice box leaked on the cat somehow
You've painted the dog, the fridge, your face
And told Alexa to erase this place
Damn Kids is a loud, sarcastic love letter to the chaos of parenthood, where slammed doors, broken TVs, and toaster fires turn into a three-minute punk-rock anthem. Growing older doesn’t mean getting lame, it just means your riffs come with more responsibility.