Underneath our feet; broken gla** and concrete These kids don't walk alone; they own these city streets Of course they know that freedom sometimes stings Halogen halos, two wheels for wings Cranes loom like gallows overhead And the setting sun paints the sky blood red But outside it's exactly how I want it to be We're finally free The squeal of brakes and the last strains Of "That's How I Escaped My Certain Fate." These are the sounds that keep our mothers up late