The Days

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

These are the days