I was born on the wrong side of town Growin’ up meant hangin’ around With the crowd that was goin’ down Under a bad sign Reckless hearts, we sold our souls We drove old cars and played rock and roll Forever young never growing old We couldn’t read the stop signs
And we’d spend our time keeping one step ahead of the law Goin’ down the lilne keeping one step ahead of the law We had to run, we had to hide Keepin’ one step ahead of the law One step ahead of the law One step ahead of the law One step ahead of the law
Growin’ up was a hurricane And trouble was my middle name I was living in the fast lane ‘Cause I loved to move I had an old car with a 454 It was a heavy Chevy with a 4 on the floor I took it to the limit but I wanted more Because I loved to groove