I used to think that the whole town was against us

Punching through hedges and jumping over fences

A couple cops on our tails, sweatin' and gettin' breathless

Yelling out threats to us

You little fuckers, we'll get ya's

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

Looking like a human piñata stumbled out of the IGA

Grew up by the beach, face planting on skate ramps

And laughing at tourists using 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

And those cops are still chasing us

Eight of us laughing while they fell further behind

Kinda dangerous when you have a school bag full of paraphernalia

And a good behavior bond, so motherfucker, the chase is on

I'm sorry but it's not my fault

There's something inside me that I can't let go

No, I just can't let go

But you don't know, don't know

And I just wanna run

But you don't know, don't, don't

And I just wanna run

Yo, last night I found a job site

That had enough ply to make a half pipe

So while the tradesmen were starting bar fights

And smashing glass pints

We were climbing 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, let's steal another slab of Hahn Ice

So I'll go around the back while you distract the bottle shop guy

Warm weather meant sweet waves and beach babes

In winter, everything changed, so we became creative teenagers

Pouring bong water through a tea strainer

Seemed a waste to roll the weeks wages into three papers

And we seem baked even without the weed vapors

Like the breeze changes

We were blazin' and just freeze framed us street skaters

Cliché dreams of maybe being famous

Knees grazed 'cause all these streets are paved with

Fucking cheese graters

It's been so long since the police chased us

Feel like going out and doing somethin' that seems dangerous

I miss doing the wrong thing and giving false names

When the cops came and drew bats like Bob Kane, run

I'm sorry but it's not my fault

There's something inside me that I can't let go

No, I just can't let go

But you don't know, don't know

And I just wanna run

But you don't know, no, you don't, don't

I'm still there in the back of my head

Little kid telling you to shut up, shut up

Yeah, I'm still there in the back of my head

Hear the, gotta run on

I'm still there in the back of my head

Little kid telling you to shut up, shut up

Yeah, I'm still there in the back of my head

Hear the, gotta run on

I used to think that 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 Frankenstein's up on the Frankston line

Dead folks scratching their neck bolts

It's not their fault 'cause they were just never given chances

Zombies in button up FILA pants doing the Thriller dance

It's been a long time since Frankston 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

Man, it all feels like it was yesterday

I miss doing dumb shit and trying to get away

So when you see me running from the cops and getting tased

I ain't crying, I'm smiling through a face full of pepper spray (Run)

I'm sorry but it's not my fault

There's something inside me that I can't let go

No, I just can't let go

I'm still there in the back of my head

Little kid telling you to shut up, shut up

Yeah, I'm still there in the back of my head

Hear the, gotta run on

And I just wanna run