Midtown American Main Street Gang
Through nights of irresponsibility
And a lack of self-control
I feared the friends around me
But I loved top live the roll
Five of us in Levi's jeans who passed on the basketball
We all lived on Presley's 45s and were beckoned to the call
Every night was Halloween when they picked me up at eight
We raced the moon to madness before midnight made our fate
Drinking beer and smoking burned-Out butts
'Till the Camels killed our lungs
The liquor sent us spinning out
And brought a thickness to our tongues
Yeah
Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbin' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls
Looking for a place to hang
The Midtown American Main Street Gang
An afternoon of boredom was cured by a quarter and a cue
Stealing things from a countertop, there was nothing else to do
Bobby knocked up Sherry, we ushered him out one day
And Dave and Johnny took the buddy system and they went the Army way
Two stolen cars took Larry, he got three to five for each
I came to grips with growing up but it's still too far to reach
The memory's old and the story's told
In all the songs that Presley sang
Are you putting me on, is the DA gone
Like the Midtown American Main Street Gang
Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbin' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls
Looking for a place to hang
The Midtown American Main Street Gang
Yeah
Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbin' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls
Now looking for a place to hang
Midtown American Mainstreet gang
And a lack of self-control
I feared the friends around me
But I loved top live the roll
Five of us in Levi's jeans who passed on the basketball
We all lived on Presley's 45s and were beckoned to the call
Every night was Halloween when they picked me up at eight
We raced the moon to madness before midnight made our fate
Drinking beer and smoking burned-Out butts
'Till the Camels killed our lungs
The liquor sent us spinning out
And brought a thickness to our tongues
Yeah
Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbin' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls
Looking for a place to hang
The Midtown American Main Street Gang
An afternoon of boredom was cured by a quarter and a cue
Stealing things from a countertop, there was nothing else to do
Bobby knocked up Sherry, we ushered him out one day
And Dave and Johnny took the buddy system and they went the Army way
Two stolen cars took Larry, he got three to five for each
I came to grips with growing up but it's still too far to reach
The memory's old and the story's told
In all the songs that Presley sang
Are you putting me on, is the DA gone
Like the Midtown American Main Street Gang
Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbin' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls
Looking for a place to hang
The Midtown American Main Street Gang
Yeah
Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbin' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls
Now looking for a place to hang
Midtown American Mainstreet gang
Credits
Writer(s): Dion Francis Dimucci, Daniel J Beck
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