Dead End Kids
Man I got to tell you this feeling inside i get when,
Me and my boys are synchronized.
Like a little explosion in what's left in my brain,
Telling me to move while the world's insane.
Put on a record on the stereo,
I loose myself and before i know the choir goes.
Us dead end kids got a place to go,
We take our home with us where we go.
I'll sit hours on end and I dream and pretend,
Can almost feel the hot spotlights.
And all those nights up on the stage,
Man I never wanna leave that place to go.
Here I feel alright.