Run

I used to think that the whole town was against us Punchin' through hedges and jumpin' over fences A couple cops on our tails Sweatin' and gettin' breathless Yellin' out threats to us: "YOU LITTLE FUCKERS, we'll get yas!" Man, just for skatin' some ledges And plus we used to rack a bunch of stuff in '98 Jackets with 100 pockets full of chocolates Lookin' like a human piñata stumbled out of the IGA Grew up by the beach face-plantin' on skate ramps And laughin' at tourists usin' spray-cans of fake tan as if they hate sand! Just a bunch of vague little vagrants in a cultural wasteland With a boner tucked in my waist-band (it's not mine!) And those cops are still chasin' us 8 of us laughin' while they fell further behind Kinda dangerous when you got a schoolbag of paraphernalia And a good-behavior bong So motherfucker: the chase is on I'm sorry but it's not my fault Something inside me that I can't let go No I just can't let go... And I just wanna run... So last night I found a job site That had enough ply to make a half-pipe! So while the tradesmen were startin' bar fights And smashin' glass pints We were climbin' barbed-wire fences under floodlights! Hey man I wonder if that dog bites? I bet your brand new pants that it just might.! Yo fuck the ramp lets steal another slab of (?????) So I'll go around back while you distract the bottle-shop guy Warm weathermen, sweet waves and beach babes In winter everything changed so we became creative teenagers Pourin' bongwater through a tea-strainer Seemed a waste to roll the weeks wages into 3 papers And we seem baked even without the weed vapors Like the breeze changes we ware blazin' And just feeze-frame us street skaters Cliché dreams of maybe bein' famous Knees grazed cause all these streets are paved with fuckin' cheese-graters! S'been so long since the police chased us Feel like goin' out and doin' something that seems dangerous I miss doin' the wrong thing and givin' false names When the cops came and drew bats like (?????) I'm sorry but it's not my fault Something inside me that I can't let go No I just can't let go... And I just wanna run... I'm still there in the back of my head little kid tellin you to shut up! I'm still there in the back of my head hear the (woop! woop!) gotta run on... I'm still there in the back of my head little kid tellin you to shut up! I'm still there in the back of my head hear the (woop! woop!) gotta run on... I used to think the whole town was against us On second thoughts maybe we were just against the town! An environment that was pretty good for a childhood And retirement providing that silence you get the fuck out There's a bunch of Frankensteins up on the Franksten line Dead folks scratchin' their neck-bolts. It's not their fault cause they were just never given chances: Zombies in button-up FILA pands doin' the "Thriller" dance! It's been a long time since Franksten was on a postcard Most of the kids I know from the peninsula stayed But if you don't have a trade then everything is just so hard Your last words are "rosebud" like citizen kane (nice reference!) Man, it all feels like it was yesterday I miss doin' dumb shit and tryin' to get away! So when yous see me runnin' from the cops and gettin' tased: I ain't cryin', I'm smilin' through a face full of pepper-spray!