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
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