When you smile, it's a better place
they're making shapes with their hands of exploding things
they do it again and again
When you scream, scream simple things
or they'll never hear a single word that you say
you do again and again
We don't need these phones ringing our heads
we're attached at the wrist to the end of it
anytime that you want, we'll get out the knife and smile and cut the lines
And we were raised on planes
Crashing, burning, soaring bright
Up to the sky, where they're never coming back again...
We want to split the sky, into a piece of cocaine and never come down again
we do it again and again
To liars that turn the youth into pigs
presidents licking fools gold and magazines
Anytime that you want, we'll get out the knife and smile and cut the line
And we were raised on planes
Crashing burning soaring bright
Up to the sky where they're never coming back again
Raised on planes
Crashing burning soaring bright
Over wherever we are
So raise your hands like we were singing along
with the times...