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Hell yeah It's time to head out All the kids with the back eyes grin It's time to shred out If you know what I mean 234 Yeah, oh my god, I swear When hell kicked us out At least we knew who we were And I always wished we were half way there With the state-side lights and the concrete air I swear Young bucks get conscripts Kids are searching on the radio And ask yourself, you'd have done the same Tough luck for new tricks Kids are searching for the antidote And ask yourself, we're all the same All right now This right here This here is our context outbreak Our ten-to-one creation This valvoline project allstate Our force fed reaction And this is our good sense undone From Letras Mania