Shakedown nineteen seven nine, Cool kids never have the time.
On a live wire right up off the street You and I should meet.
Junebug skipping like a stone With headlights pointed at the dawn.
We were sure we'd never see An end to it all.
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues,
And we don't know just where our bones will rest To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below.
Double cross the vacant and the bored, They're not sure just what we have in store.
Morphine city slippin' dues down to see:
* That we don't even care as restless as we are,
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts.
And poured cement, Lamented and assured.
To the lights and towns below, Faster than the speed of sound,
Faster than we thought we'd go beneath the sound of hope.
Justine never knew the rules, Hung down with the freaks and ghouls.
No a-pologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it to see:
The street heats the urgency of now As you see there's no one around.