Jeff Gangwer - Days and Games lyrics

I remember days and games in the city— Kick the Can and Capture the Flag— Peddling fiercely from Nevin's house; Blasting through stop signs And onto open city streets We spent those days wheeling off the loading dock at the Post Office, “Catching air” under bargain-basement B.M.X. wonders— Landing and cussing like John McClane— Tires, wheels, frames, and bones— Concrete's lesson for the boys We slept in the Shook's backyard— Up in the tree house where the mosquitoes bit Nigel— Awake with muddy buddies and Mag-Lites; Powwows on b**bs and rock music— Sleeping bags swishing, Boys laughing As Boy Scouts of America, we went camping and hiking— The cocoa-fueled deacon-pirates of Troop 59— Lifting crocked sabers from the fire pits— With our knives at the ready— All on the trail to Eagle We spent those splendid days as gamers— Hide the Belt and Battle of the Bulge— Duke Nukem on the computer— GoldenEye on the N64— Paintballs soaring—green, red, and yellow—splat, splat, splat