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Album: The Young King Sessions
Release Date: January 26, 2022
Written By: Brett Emmons, Jay Emmons, Chris Koster, Adam Paquette, Josh Hewson
Recorded: Kingston, ON
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Lyrics:
I went to bed in the morning when I woke up tonight
I turned the TV on, God whispered ‘let there be light’
The faces in the crowd were looking for some love
They look like hyenas to me, on the prowl for blood
Pop won’t save you from the hood of your car
Pop won’t save you from the rooftop
Pop won’t save you from who you are
Pop won’t save you from America
I passed a girl on the street looking for some change
I couldn’t stop in a crowd so I just looked away
She faded from my mind and disappeared in between
A thousands neon lights and a flashing screen
Pop won’t save you from the hood of your car
Pop won’t save you from the rooftop
Pop won’t save you from who you are
Pop won’t save you from America
Pop won’t hold you when the big one hits
Pop won’t bring back your romance
Pop won’t find you a second chance
Pop won’t save you from America
I got home around 5, the sun was starting to rise
I popped a pill, fucked a porn star then closed my eyes
Pop won’t save you from the hood of your car
Pop won’t save you from the rooftop
Pop won’t save you from who you are
Pop won’t save you from America
Pop won’t hold you when the big one hits
Pop won’t bring back your romance
Pop won’t find you a second chance
Pop won’t save you from America
Pop
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