graffiti

everybody piled in the back of a beat up truck

ridin' down the road with the radio up

i got my arm around my girl with a farmer's tan

all my boys shaking up them cans

twelve pack of spray paint

taking it too far

we're doing it our way

leaving our mark down the halls

on the walls

in the bathroom stalls

underneath that freight train bridge that we jumped off

we wrote long live the kings and queens of this city"