Backstreets
One soft infested summer,
Me and Terry became friends,
Trying in vain to breathe,
The fire we were born in,
Catching rides to the outskirts,
Tying faith between our teeth,
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house,
Getting wasted in the heat,
And hiding on the backstreets,
Hiding on the backstreets,
With a love so hard and filled with defeat,
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets.
Slow dancin in the dark,
On the beach at Stockton's Wing,
Where desperate lovers park,
We sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings,
Huddled in our cars,
Waiting for the bells that ring,
In the deep heart of the night,
We let loose of everything,
To go running on the backstreets,
Running on the backstreets,
Terry, you swore we'd live forever,
Taking it on them backstreets together
Endless juke joints and Valentino drag,
Where famous dancers scraped the tears,
Up off the street dressed down in rags,
Running into the darkness,
Some hurt bad, Some really dying,
At night sometime it seemed,
You could hear the whole damn city crying,
Blame it on the lies that killed us,
Blame it on the truth that ran us down,
You can blame it all on me Terry,
It don't matter to me now,
When the breakdown hit at midnight,
There was nothing left to say,
But I hated him,
And I hated you when you went away
Laying here in the dark,
You're like an angel on my chest,
Just another tramp of hearts,
Crying tears of faithlessness,
Remember all the movies, Terry,
We'd go see,
Trying to learn to walk like the heroes,
We thought we had to be,
Well after all this time,
To find we're just like all the rest,
Stranded in the park,
And forced to confess,
To hiding on the backstreets,
Hiding on the backstreets,
Where we swore forever friends,
On the backstreets till the end,
Hiding on the backstreets,
Hiding on the Backstreets..