We hit the streets
Born to run
Not looking for trouble
Just having fun
But around here it's against the law
To be young
Around here your guilty by
Suspicion
We meet out in abandoned
Parking lots
Under the street lights
After dark
Armed with skateboards and
Guitars
Against gang fight and police states and
Holy wars
These are the days
We meet out in the garage and
Plug into amps
Skate our ramps and listen
To the clash
Hold onto the night and try to
Make it last
The cars drive by going
Nowhere fast
Everyones down on
Main street
Got our skateboards at
Our feet
Were just talking trash
In the heat
These are the days you better
Breath deep
These are the days