Graffiti

Everybody piled in the back of a beat-up truck. Ridin' down the road with the radio up. I got my arm around my girl with the Farmer's tan. All my boys shaking up them cans. A twelve-pack and spray paint. Taking it too far. We're doing it our way, leaving our mark. Down the halls, on the walls, in the bathroom Stalls. Underneath that freight train bridge that we Jumped off. We wrote, "Long live the kings and queens of This city." Going small town famous, Our names in graffiti. Graffiti, graffiti. With just a little something to remember us by. Like our very own Hollywood sign. Our story spread around, word of mouth, Town to town. Oh yeah, even now, still talk about, Still talk about how. It was down the halls, on the walls, In the bathroom stalls. Underneath that freight train bridge that we jumped Off. We wrote, "Long live the kings and queens Of this city." Going small town famous, our names in graffiti. Whoa, we still got the crown. It was more than just a memory. Forever going down in wallet tower history. The halls, on the walls, in the bathroom stalls. Underneath that freight train bridge that we jumped Off. We wrote, "Long live the kings and queens Of this city." Going small town famous, our names in graffiti. This town is ours, cross our hearts, Keep our secrets safe. We'll never tell, yeah, we swear, Take it to our graves. To all the jocks and the punks, The freaks and the hippies. Yeah, we're small town famous, our names in Graffiti. Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti. Yeah, we're small town famous, Our names in graffiti. Graffiti, graffiti, Graffiti. Yeah, long live the kings and queens of this City. We're small town famous, Our names in graffiti. Graffiti, graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti