Through nights of irresponsibility and a lack of self-control
I feared the friends I ran with, but I loved to live the role
Five of us in Levi jeans who passed on basketball
We all lived on Presley's 45s and were beckoned to the call
Every night was Halloween when they picked me up at eight
We raced the moon to madness before midnight made our bate
Drinking beer and smoking burned-Out butts till the Camels killed our lungs
The liquor sent us spinning out and brought a thickness to our tongues.
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Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbln' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls
Lookin' for a place to hang
The Midtown American Main Street Gang
An aiternoon of boredom was cured by a quarter and a cue
Stealing things form the counter top when there was nothing else to do
Bobby knocked up Sheri, we ushered him out one day
And Dave and Johnny took the buddy system and they went the Army way
Two stolen cars took Larry, he got three to five for each
I came to grips with growin' up, but it's still too far to reach
The memory's old and the story's told in all the songs that Presley sang
Are you puttin' me on, is the DA gone, like the Midtown American Main Street Gang?
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