Man I got to tell you this feeling inside i get when,   me and my boys are synchronized.   Like a little explosion in what's left in my brain,   telling me to move while the world's insane.      Put on a record on the stereo,   I loose myself and before i know the choir goes.      Us dead end kids got a place to go,   we take our home with us where we go.      I'll sit hours on end and I dream and pretend,   can almost feel the hot spotlights.   And all those nights up on the stage,   man I never wanna leave that place to go.   Here I feel alright.