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We were ridin’ outWith heads in the skyWe were ten and twelve and thirteenWe got BB guns and dirt bikesAnd heads full of crowded dreamsWe always wonIn the hot suburban sunWe were kings of the west side trackThese new kids over cross Slater StreetComin’ on like a heart attack[Chorus]Mama saysWhere are ya going?And when will you be comin’ home?With my brother and my memoryI’ll bring my history homeSealed with piss and with pridethrough the streets we would rideOver cracks in the dirt and weedsWe’d best be home by suppertimeJust in time to craft a schemeIf you’ve got my backLetras de cancionesHere’s the plan of attackListen up if you would boys pleaseWe’ll hit these pussies ‘round midnightAnd roll off like a band of thieves[Chorus]With quiverin’ eyesAnd our fear in disguiseWe gathered all that would burn in the breezeWe hit the asphalt howlin’ like hellfireHad no time to get weak in the kneesUnder the cover of nightWhen the timing was rightLike a furious army of threeWe’d light up the sky like the fourth of JulyAnd race home like it was a dreamAnd Mama yellsWhere have ya been?And where the hell are ya comin’ from?With my brother and my memoryI’ll bring my victory homeWith my brother and my memoryI’ll bring my history home From Letras Mania