BB Guns And Dirt Bikes

We were ridin’ out

With heads in the sky

We were ten and twelve and thirteen

We got BB guns and dirt bikes

And heads full of crowded dreams

We always won

In the hot suburban sun

We were kings of the west side track

These new kids over cross Slater Street

Comin’ on like a heart attack

Mama says

Where are ya going?

And when will you be comin’ home?

With my brother and my memory

I’ll bring my history home

Sealed with piss and with pride

through the streets we would ride

Over cracks in the dirt and weeds

We’d best be home by suppertime

Just in time to craft a scheme

If you’ve got my back

Here’s the plan of attack

Listen up if you would boys please

We’ll hit these pussies ‘round midnight

And roll off like a band of thieves

With quiverin’ eyes

And our fear in disguise

We gathered all that would burn in the breeze

We hit the asphalt howlin’ like hellfire

Had no time to get weak in the knees

Under the cover of night

When the timing was right

Like a furious army of three

We’d light up the sky like the fourth of July

And race home like it was a dream

And Mama yells

Where have ya been?

And where the hell are ya comin’ from?

With my brother and my memory

I’ll bring my victory home

With my brother and my memory

I’ll bring my history home