Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roger Joseph Manning Jr.
Keyboards
Mark Hoppus
Bass
Tom DeLonge
Guitar
Travis Barker
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Hoppus
Songwriter
Travis Barker
Songwriter
Tom DeLonge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Finn
Producer
Tom Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Darrell Harvey
Assistant Engineer
John Nelson
Assistant Engineer
Mike Fasano
Drum Technician
Robert Read
Assistant Engineer
Sean O'Dwyer
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Home show, mom won't know
Run out the back door
He's passed out on the floor
Third time, been caught twice
Forgive our neighbor Bob
I think he humped the dog
[Chorus]
But good things come to those who wait 'cause she laid me
And mom and dad possess the key, instant slavery
No need explain the plan, no need to even bother
I'll pack my bags, I swear I'll run, wish my friends were 21
[Verse 2]
White lies, bloodshot eyes
Breath of alcohol, stole it from the mall
How's Chris marked with lipstick?
Better call their fathers, sleeping with your daughters
[Chorus]
But good things come to those who wait cause she laid me
And mom and dad possess the key, instant slavery
No need explain the plan, no need to even bother
I'll pack my bags, I swear I'll run, wish my friends were 21
[Chorus]
You don't belong, you left the kids to carry on
You planned their fall, too bad you're wrong
Don't need a mom-dad slave drive song
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
[Bridge]
Turn low the radio
I think I hear my dad yelling at the band
[Chorus]
But good things come to those who wait 'cause she laid me
And mom and dad possess the key, instant slavery
No need explain the plan, no need to even bother
I'll pack my bags, I swear I'll run, wish my friends were 21
[Chorus]
You don't belong, you left the kids to carry on
You planned their fall, too bad you're wrong
Don't need a mom-dad slave drive song
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
I time bomb
Written by: Mark Hoppus, Tom DeLonge, Travis Barker