There's bad blood brewing on these streets
You gotta stand for something
Are we the Jets and Greasers
Or will we let it slide
We didn't start this fight
We're damn sure gonna win it
We're gonna stain this white
We'll make this right a wrong
Chris and I cased the neighborhood
We found out that everybody sleeps in the middle of the night
And whether you're doing good well
If something's worth doing then you'd better do it right
A gallon of gasoline
A pallet of paper goods
If we didn't do it then, we never would
Real villains are alive in the schoolyard
Well we're running now
Like water under
The bridges we burned down
They were always in our way
Chris and I cased the countryside
We found out that everybody dreams in the middle of the night
And it's a bumpy ride
But life is worth living so you'd better live it right
A gallon of gasoline
A highway to Hollywood
If we didn't do it then, we never would
Real villains are alive in the schoolyard
Cold-blooded, killing time but it's so hard
Fighting fires and building up rust, yeah
Spinning tires and kicking up dust, well
Real villains are alive in the schoolyard
Sticky fingers stealing kisses but the girls are
Bad medicine for boyish lust, yeah
This world is destroying us, well
Chris and I lived a little while
We found out that everybody dreams in the middle of the night
And if you live in style
You get a little better but you never get it right
So thanks for the memories
And thanks for the firewood
We didn't slow down, we never could