Woke up in the middle of the night
Laughing about the things we used to do
We were low with fear
We were heavy on luck
We’d have a good time
Even if it took our last buck
Running wild, running free
Till the end we’ll always be
Boom Boom, and Chuck
Plagued bye a Judge
Living our lives
In way we chose
All our neighbors could go get fucked
Drunken midnight travels
Laughing for no reason
As we watched the world unravel
We’d feel low then we’d feel high
Crawl across the ground
Or just stare at the sky
We had no cable
We were so un-corporate
We refused to be labeled
Hippies or hicks
Working class to addicts
We’d blur the lines
Just to watch their judging eyes
Back in the days
When we had no cable
A good song on the radio
We were always ready, willing, and able
We were living on 612 time
Searching for all the adventures we could find
We’d hit all those bars
Still wear some of those scars
We corrupted others
We peaked through our shutters
Put wheels below us
We were on the move
Never really in control
But always played it smooth