We hit the streets born to run Not looking for trouble just having fun But around here it’s against the law to be young Around here you’re guilty by suspicion
We meet out in abandoned parking lots Under the street lights just after dark Armed with skateboards and guitars Against gang fights, police states and holy wars
These are the days
We hang out in the garage and plug into amps We skate our ramps and listen to The Clash We hold onto the night and try to make it last The cars rush by going nowhere fast
Everyone’s down on Main Street Got our skateboards under our feet We’re just talking trash in the heat These are the days you’d better breathe deep