We hit the streets born to run    Not looking for trouble just having fun    But around here it’s against the law to be young    Around here you’re guilty by suspicion       We meet out in abandoned parking lots    Under the street lights just after dark    Armed with skateboards and guitars    Against gang fights, police states and holy wars       These are the days       We hang out in the garage and plug into amps    We skate our ramps and listen to The Clash    We hold onto the night and try to make it last    The cars rush by going nowhere fast       Everyone’s down on Main Street    Got our skateboards under our feet    We’re just talking trash in the heat    These are the days you’d better breathe deep       These are the days