Slam the door I'm heading out,
a few strong faces a distinctive crowd,
lead them down to the clearing ground, whats tonight to be,
will it be raging or will it be quick,
who is the first drunken poor boy to give in,
not much more for meager souls to do than stand around in a trip.

Street One - Obtain a gun
Street Two - Fight for fun
Street Three - There's no money,
Street Four's - Where you score
Then let there be calm.

No more third degree, be free to do whatever we see,
even if it's only you and me, its always raging and quick,
I'm always the last soul to quit,
There's always trouble I'm always in it,
its been the wildest trip,

Kick down the door I'm back home,
a few lost faces from our crowd,
heading back from the clearing ground,
what a night its been.