I was born on a light-skinned road
I was born with an engineer's gold
I did better than most

Now I live on a dark-skinned road
The collectors call they try to take my gold
I'm happier than most

The streets are never clean
My friends they help preserve my innocence

We shared our cigarettes
At the window we placed our bets
They wouldn't call our names
Tickets hide our shame

So we laughed through glossy eyes
Surely the gods would recognize
our good intentions, we showed them,
the sweat covered our skin

We aged a decade in an hour,
We gave away our innocence

So let these simple songs get caught in our heads
Brace the frames of our worthless beds
All my life never gave a [bad word] Someone please wake me up
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