We were ridin¡¯ out
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With heads in the sky
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We were ten and twelve and thirteen
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We got BB guns and dirt bikes
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And heads full of crowded dreams
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We always won
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In the hot suburban sun
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We were kings of the west side track
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These new kids over cross Slater Street
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Comin¡¯ on like a heart attack
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Mama says
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Where are ya going?
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And when will you be comin¡¯ home?
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With my brother and my memory
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I¡¯ll bring my history home
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Sealed with piss and with pride
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through the streets we would ride
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Over cracks in the dirt and weeds
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We¡¯d best be home by suppertime
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Just in time to craft a scheme
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If you¡¯ve got my back
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Here¡¯s the plan of attack
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Listen up if you would boys please
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We¡¯ll hit these pussies ¡®round midnight
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And roll off like a band of thieves
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With quiverin¡¯ eyes
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And our fear in disguise
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We gathered all that would burn in the breeze
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We hit the asphalt howlin¡¯ like hellfire
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Had no time to get weak in the knees
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Under the cover of night
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When the timing was right
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Like a furious army of three
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We¡¯d light up the sky like the fourth of July
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And race home like it was a dream
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And Mama yells
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Where have ya been?
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And where the hell are ya comin¡¯ from?
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With my brother and my memory
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I¡¯ll bring my victory home
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With my brother and my memory
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I¡¯ll bring my history home
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BB Guns And Dirt Bikes
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The White Buffalo |