The last time I stole my father's keys
I couldn't have been older than nineteen
I hightailed his car from New Jersey to Willow Grove
And you could not see their street signs through the smoke
Between the dumpster diving, vandalizing
Suburban streets and disturbing the peace
Everything we passed we smashed
It was broken pavement and shattered glass
And you could not read the street signs through the smoke
Just after thoughts passing all of the laws we broke
Considered violent and reckless
By North Philly detectives
We occupied the space where we'd never have a thing to lose
Between the bong rips and knife hits
Protestant booze
Stick-and-poke tattoos;
We were just over privileged youth seeking something to do
And I could not see my street sign through the smoke
Just an afterthought rushing past all the laws we broke
When the morning came, I woke in bed back at home
