Cll the nights at the high school backdrop
Lotta laughs, little beer, no rules just us.
Stumble down the railroad tracks with a boom box
Twenty friends in the night drink up.
On the streets I found my own family
Reject a rotten ideology
Set up to fall and be left on the shelf
Spray painted murals for a backdrop
C row of kids, one copper with a club, line-up.
Patted down for weapons or hard drugs
Beer, smokes and a seven-'leven burger was all they got.
I'd never dig the standards set for me,
Well I didn't need them
I'd never listened to the rules you made
I didn't believe them
The rotten examples you set for me
You spread your bullshit philosophy
Your contradictions pushed me over the edge.
One hour bus ride into downtown
Leave my old self back there stuck in a rut
Late night's kicking 'round the back streets
I'd try to catch the last bus home but probably not