we were sixteen riding in a mustang somebody handed it back to me i took a hit and then i stared out of a window i knew i d never be the same we were flying down a highway i had the radio up full blast threw a beer bottle up against a stop sign we had to stop for gas hey mama i m out for the weekend these friends of mine ain t worth a damn they ain t never gonna make it in the real world keep praying mama maybe i am we d drive the back roads out by the ghost bridge we d always stop our car halfway across someone d tell a story bout a fatal car crash we d turn the motor and the lights off we d always try to make it back home on time never seemed to fail we never did we were young and we were howling at a full moon bunch of no good punk ass kids hey mama i m out for the weekend these friends of mine ain t worth a damn they ain t never gonna make it in the real world keep praying mama maybe i am