For 439 - Don't Grow (visualizer)

Official visualizer for "Don't Grow" by "For 439". Lyrics: We stole some warm beer from your brother's stash, Rolled down the hill and we hit the curb fast. Flannel shirts and busted Vans, Spray paint tags on traffic cans. No rules, just bruises and cuts, Kickflips and chaos in Pizza Hut. We were drunk on cheap thrills, Skating down suburban hills. Cassette tapes blastin’ Green Day loud, Middle fingers to the mall cop crowd. It was neon nights and wasted youth, Laughin’ loud, half-lost, all truth. This was our anthem, wild and free — In the 90s, that was punk to me. Fell in love with a girl in fishnets, She lit her smoke with my cassette deck. "Don’t grow up," she said with a grin, "And don’t let the rent checks win." We were drunk on cheap thrills, Skating down suburban hills. Cassette tapes blastin’ Green Day loud, Middle fingers to the mall cop crowd. It was neon nights and wasted youth, Laughin’ loud, half-lost, all truth. This was our anthem, wild and free — In the 90s, tha