Backyard Amnesty
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male vocals
Fast West Coast skate-punk blast
male vocals. Gritty palm-muted guitars exploding into open-chord choruses
pick-slid intros and gang shouts on key lines. Drums sprint with tight snare and rolling tom fills; bass lines stay melodic and slightly overdriven. Chorus widens with double-tracked lead vocal and rowdy harmonies
one quick half-time stomp before the last hook for shout-along energy.
Créé le févr. 4, 2026
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Another late bill on the counter
Another landlord on the phone
You said
"Relax
They'll cut the power
Then we can finally be alone" (yeah)
We got a driveway full of secrets
Cheap beer
Bad plans
Duct-taped dreams
Spray-paint halos on the cement
Halo kids with ripped-up jeans
[Chorus]
This is our backyard amnesty
Trash fire crown
Dumb royalty
Swear we'll leave this town each week
Wake up right back on this street
Backyard amnesty
We plead
Punk rock prayers on ten-speed seats
If growing up means losing me
I'll plead guilty to the minor league
[Verse 2]
Your brother’s car is in the front yard
Hasn’t moved since ‘09
We use the trunk to stash the postcards
From all the towns we “swore we’d find”
You got a tattoo from your neighbor
Shaky hands and borrowed ink
It says
“Future’s on a favor”
Misspelled
But it still makes you think (hey!)
[Chorus]
This is our backyard amnesty
Trash fire crown
Dumb royalty
Swear we'll leave this town each week
Wake up right back on this street
Backyard amnesty
We plead
Punk rock prayers on ten-speed seats
If growing up means losing me
I'll plead guilty to the minor league
[Bridge]
One more summer on extension
One more "next year" on repeat
If regret was worth a fortune
We’d be rich and obsolete
[Chorus]
This is our backyard amnesty
Trash fire crown
Dumb royalty
Swear we'll leave this town each week
Wake up right back on this street
Backyard amnesty
We plead
Punk rock prayers on ten-speed seats
If growing up means losing me
I'll plead guilty to the minor league
Another late bill on the counter
Another landlord on the phone
You said
"Relax
They'll cut the power
Then we can finally be alone" (yeah)
We got a driveway full of secrets
Cheap beer
Bad plans
Duct-taped dreams
Spray-paint halos on the cement
Halo kids with ripped-up jeans
[Chorus]
This is our backyard amnesty
Trash fire crown
Dumb royalty
Swear we'll leave this town each week
Wake up right back on this street
Backyard amnesty
We plead
Punk rock prayers on ten-speed seats
If growing up means losing me
I'll plead guilty to the minor league
[Verse 2]
Your brother’s car is in the front yard
Hasn’t moved since ‘09
We use the trunk to stash the postcards
From all the towns we “swore we’d find”
You got a tattoo from your neighbor
Shaky hands and borrowed ink
It says
“Future’s on a favor”
Misspelled
But it still makes you think (hey!)
[Chorus]
This is our backyard amnesty
Trash fire crown
Dumb royalty
Swear we'll leave this town each week
Wake up right back on this street
Backyard amnesty
We plead
Punk rock prayers on ten-speed seats
If growing up means losing me
I'll plead guilty to the minor league
[Bridge]
One more summer on extension
One more "next year" on repeat
If regret was worth a fortune
We’d be rich and obsolete
[Chorus]
This is our backyard amnesty
Trash fire crown
Dumb royalty
Swear we'll leave this town each week
Wake up right back on this street
Backyard amnesty
We plead
Punk rock prayers on ten-speed seats
If growing up means losing me
I'll plead guilty to the minor league