Here comes the latchkey kid,
he's got our world on his shoulders.
He has a secret identity
on a fake ID that will claim he is ten years older,
with tousled hair and eyes that roll.
He's cynical, whatever that means.
There's his sidekick the matchstick girl, her behaviour erratic.
Confusing her victims with mood shift twirls,
when backed in a corner she'll hit them with something sarcastic.
With an attitutde and eyes that roll, while hidden safe behind her bangs.
What a wonderful piece of mind,
living blind to the broken.
(something indiscernible) an old excuse
one we'll use while we're here,
having the time, the time of our lives,
relying on the latchkey kid.
Make way for the latchkey kids,
they're our hope for the future.
They're going to erase all the bad things we did
with their xbox skills and their heads full of short-term memory.
With eyes that roll and teenage shoulders
shrugging of the universe.
What a wonderful piece of mind,
living blind to the broken.
As tired as a played out song
we all sing along while we're here,
having the time, the time of our lives,
relying on the latchkey kid.
See the storm clouds forming there,
you can feel the tension in the air.
(guitar noises)
(other guitar noises)
What a wonderful piece of mind,
living blind to the broken.
We all have our different fears,
they disappear when unspoken.
Someone should do something and that someone will bring us redemption.
Very soons we will raise our glasses and kiss eachothers' asses goodbye.
Until that time, it's been sublime
relying on the latchkey kids.
Make way for the latchkey kids,
they're our hope for the future.
Make way for the latchkey kids,
they're our hope for the future.
Make way for the latchkey kids,