Portugal. The Man - Hip Hop Kids

Oooh, aaahh Oooh, aaahh Oooh, aaahh Oooh, aaahh I went out to take a walk with my baby daughter Brought her coat from Paris, that one I bought her And we brought some bread to feed the swan's But they were already gone, they were already gone Yeah, yeah, the punks are done Fuck those rock and roller's All the hip hop kids Think we give a shit, well We don't, we don't, we don't We don't, we don't, we don't Oooh, aaahh Oooh, aaahh I'm your mother's son, that fuckin' holy roller And I just stand still Watch the world grow colder And I can't change, I can't change Yeah, yeah, the punks are done Fuck those rock and roller's All the hip hop kids Think we give a shit, well We don't, we don't, we don't We don't, we don't, we don't And I got work to do when I'll play with your head in your hands I'll just lay with my head in my hands Oooh, aaahh Oooh, aaahh I'm not afraid to die Don't care if I get older Cry, cry, no I don't cry I just take it over I just take it over Oooh, aaahh Oooh, aaahh Oooh You love those rock and roller's Oooh You love those rock and roller's