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.