The kid next door, the kid next door.
Now he ain't comin' home no more.
I watched him grow, I watched him go.
Now he ain't comin' home, no more.

He was a high school football star,
And that boy really loved his car.
I can still hear that loud hip hop,
As he was comin' down the block.

Remember there in my garage,
There in his desert camolflauge.
He told me not to worry none,
He'd be back when his work was done.

The kid next door, the kid next door.
Now he ain't comin' home no more.
I watched him grow, I watched him go.
Now he ain't comin' home, no more.

Some nights I can hear the sound,
Of a football game way across town.
Without his number or his name,
People cheering just the same.

Now that kid is forever gone.
Was it right or was it wrong?
Did it change the bottom line?
We keep on living while we keep on dying.

The kid next door, the kid next door.
Now he ain't comin' home no more.
I watched him grow, I watched him go.
Now he ain't comin' home...

Sitting there all alone,
Parked out back like his tombstone,
A black '02 Camaro,
With a silent kick-ass stereo.


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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