i used to think that the whole town was against us punching through hedges and jumping over fences a couple cops on our tails sweating and getting breathless yelling out threats to us you little fuckers we ll get yas man just for skating some ledges and plus we used to rack a bunch of stuff in 98 jackets with a hundred pockets full of chocolates looking like a human piata stumbled out of the iga grew up by the beach face planting on skate ramps and laughing at tourists using spray cans of fake tan as if they hate sand just a bunch of vague little vagrants in a cultural wasteland with a bono tucked in my waist band and those cops are still chasing us eight of us laughing while they fell further behind kinda dangerous when you got a schoolbag of paraphernalia and a good behaviour bond so motherfucker the chase is on i m sorry but it s not my fault there s something inside me that i can t let go no i just can t let go but you don t know don t know and i just wanna run but you don t know don t know i just wanna run  so last night i found a job site that had enough ply to make a half pipe so while the tradesmen were starting bar fights and smashing glass pints we were climbing barbed wire fences under floodlights hey man i wonder if that dog bites i bet your brand new pants that it just might yo fuck the ramp let s steal another slab of hahn ice so i ll go around the back while you distract the bottle shop guy warm weather meant sweet waves and beach babes in winter everything changed so we became creative teenagers pouring bong water through a tea strainer seemed a waste to roll the week s wages into three papers and we seem baked even without the weed vapours like the breeze changes we were blazing and just freeze framed us street skaters clich dreams of maybe being famous knees grazed cause all the streets are paved with fucking cheese graters it s been so long since the police chased us feel like going out and doing something that seems dangerous i miss doing the wrong thing and giving false names when the cops came and drew bats like bob kane i m sorry but it s not my fault there s something inside me that i can t let go no i just can t let go but you don t know don t know and i just wanna run but you don t know no you don t don t don t i m still there in the back of my head little kid telling you to shut up shut up i m still there in the back of my head hear the gotta run on i m still there in the back of my head little kid telling you to shut up shut up i m still there in the back of my head hear the gotta run on i used to think that the whole town was against us on second thoughts maybe we were just against the town an environment that was pretty good for a childhood and retirement providing that silence you get the fuck out there s a bunch of frankensteins up on the frankston line dead folks scratching their neck bolts it s not their fault cause they were just never given chances zombies in button up fila pants doing the thriller dance it s been a long time since frankston was on a postcard most of the kids i know from the peninsula stayed but if you don t have a trade then everything is just so hard your last words are rosebud like citizen kane man it all feels like it was yesterday i miss doing dumb shit and tryna get away so when you see me running from the cops and getting tased i ain t crying i m smiling through a face full of pepper spray i m still there in the back of my head hear the gotta run on and i just wanna run2