Fifteen may sixteen years old

Barracuda jackets collars turned-up

Wearing kahki’s and desert boots


Drinking cheap beer from

brown quart bottles

quickly smashing the bottles

on rocks under the Stone Bridge


Reckless the buzz strong

The street lights very bright

We pair up thumbs out


Waiting for an expensive car

Where are you going boys

Bingo we caught one


In the shadows of a parking lot

Behind a closed factory

And no one is around to hear or see


Watching waiting for the move

The front seat distracts while

The back swings a rubber hammer

Roll the body out

Get the wallet get the cash

Toss the keys and a kick for good luck


Back to our streets

Back to homes and mothers

Our victories secret forever and ever.