Hit it, Billy.

Shakedown 1979
cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
…
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we’d never see an end to it all
…
And we don’t know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
…
That we don’t even care, as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we’d go, beneath the sound of hope
…
The street heats the urgency of now
As you see there’s no one around

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And that of course is the way we like it, u
Sually.