Criminal Summer

I was a silent kid
Would spend most of my days alone
Drawing in my room
Until I turned sixteen
I got to know a brand new friend
And everything was changing

Roaming down the rails
Putting coins on the track
Watching trains run them over
The burning heat in my hand
From a king turned flat
And a feeling of power

Stealing spraycans from the store
Writing bad words on the brewery wall
Hotwiring cars every night
Driving and laughing
'Til the sun went up

It could have been a brilliant career
If I had only hung in there
And learned every trick from my peers
A modern day Al Capone
Minus the violence
For a summer such a long time ago

I am a dad now
I'm doin fine
No more adventures
No more livin' on the line
But sometimes when I see an unlocked car
My horns are growin'
I see my myself gettin' into it
Don't care where I'm going
Just drive away
Drive away
Ta-da-da-da-da!
Oh-la-la-la-la
Rat-a-ta-ta



Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Granberg, Martin Karlsson, Peter Henriksson, Thomas Petterson
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