Out in the streets at all hours of the night   Softly bathed in flickering dashboard lights   Hey! There’s no painless   way to say   that I pass on the piece of pie   that you planned as mine   I'm starving too, but I'm hungry for life   Not that life,   But my life,   It's my time   My POS car with the radio playin'   The graveyard jockey is on the air sayin'   "Here's a new hot band outta Oakland..."   And it's the sound   Of my way out      We make noise   What else could we choose?   We're gonna be more than local boys   And shake! shake! shake!   The dust off these shoes      I used to watch this kid   turning wrenches next door   He grew up   Engines strewn across the oil stained floor   I got a car   The next year   I knew better but let it fall   into disrepair   I gotta get away, gotta get away,   Gotta get away from here   But four wheels   aren't going to get me there   Summer time blues   on the front porch swinger   The jock says that   The Rage got a new singer   The first note   rips through the speaker   And it's the sound   of my way out      Yeah!   We make noise   What else could we choose?   We're gonna be more than local boys   And shake! shake! shake!   The dust off these shoes   We make noise   What else could we choose?   We're gonna be more than local boys   And shake! shake! shake!   The dust off these shoes...   The dust off these shoes...      We're the wolves   Prowlin' the shadows of these worn down streets   A rabid dose of ambition drives us to the books   To the highways -   To the low-way -   To the air waves -   We're all just trying get a better look   At what's beyond the tall grass   That grows around this town   I gotta see the world for myself   And I only know one way to get out   Pick up my ticket to anywhere but here   It's got six strings and a soul   I gotta get away, Gotta get away   Gotta get away from here   Turn it up, and rock right out of this whole      We make noise   What else could we choose?   We're gonna be more than local boys   And shake! shake! shake!   The dust off these shoes   We make noise   What else could we choose?   We're gonna be more than local boys   And shake! shake! shake!   The dust off these shoes   Shake! Shake! Shake!   Shake! Shake! Shake!   Shake! Shake! Shake!   Shake! Shake! Shake!