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Midtown American Main Street Gang

 

Midtown American Main Street Gang

(album: Return Of The Wanderer - 1978)


Through nights of irresponsibility
And a lack of self-control
I feared the friends around me
But I loved top live the roll

Five of us in Levi's jeans who passed on the basketball
We all lived on Presley's 45s and were beckoned to the call
Every night was Halloween when they picked me up at eight
We raced the moon to madness before midnight made our fate

Drinking beer and smoking burned-Out butts 'till the Camels killed our lungs
The liquor sent us spinning out and brought a thickness to our tongues

Yeah
Roaming in the halls
Racking up the balls
Climbing up the walls
Don't you hear the calls

Looking for a place to hang
The Midtown American Main Street Gang

An afternoon of boredom was cured by a quarter and a cue
Stealing things from a countertop, there was nothing else to do

Bobby knocked up Sherry, we ushered him out one day
And Dave and Johhny took the buddy system and they went the Army way
Two stolen cars took Larry, he got three to five for each

I came to grips with growing up but it's still too far to reach
The memory's old and the story's told in all the songs that Presley sang
Are you putting me on, is the DA gone, like the Midtown American Main Street Gang

Roaming in the halls
Racking up the balls
Climbing up the walls
Don't you hear the calls

Looking for a place to hang
The Midtown American Main Street Gang

Yeah
Roaming in the halls
Racking up the balls
Climbing up the walls
Don't you hear the calls

Now looking for a place to hang
Midtown American Mainstreet gang

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