Underneath our feet; broken gla** and concrete
These kids don't walk alone; they own these city streets
Of course they know that freedom sometimes stings
Halogen halos, two wheels for wings
Cranes loom like gallows overhead
And the setting sun paints the sky blood red
But outside it's exactly how I want it to be
We're finally free
The squeal of brakes and the last strains
Of "That's How I Escaped My Certain Fate."
These are the sounds that keep our mothers up late