Sun goes down and the floodlights flicker The air gets cold and the blood gets thicker Four wheels, two trucks, skating on the town Looking for a ledge just to grind it down We hit the underground, the concrete’s damp Looking for some scrap to build a new ramp Ran into the tunnel where the shadows hang A thousand wings flapping while the echoes rang A cloud of bats hit us in the dark Leaving every one of us with a mental mark It’s the night of bastards, the night of the fueled We’re breaking every single one of your rules Running from the lights, living in the blur A total catastrophe is all we prefer Yeah, we’re the kids that your mother warned you ‘bout The night of bastards—scream it out Look, we’re moving through the suburbs, keeping it quiet Until we hit the parking lot and start up a riot I saw some plywood leaning on a half-built house So we "borrowed" every sheet, quiet as a mouse Dragging it back to the secret spot The only kings of this overgrown lot Then we’re in the beat-up sedan, kicking the dirt Doing burnouts till the engine starts to hurt Spun it too hard, hit a rock, heard a pop Blew the tire to pieces, but we didn’t stop It’s the night of bastards, the night of the fueled We’re breaking every single one of your rules Running from the lights, living in the blur A total catastrophe is all we prefer Yeah, we’re the kids that your mother warned you ‘bout The night of bastards—scream it out! Police scanner buzzing like a hornet in the dash We’re counting up the minutes ‘til we’re gonna have to crash Knees all bloody from the tunnel and the bats Skirting through the alleys like a pack of sewer rats The flat tire’s sparking, grinding on the rim The chances of us making it are looking pretty slim But we got the ramps built, we got the town red We’ll be legends in the morning while you’re rotting in your bed Just a couple of bastards with a plastic Glock 9 Crossing every boundary and every single line We got a carton of eggs and a target in sight Painting every windshield in the dead of the night Click-clack, yeah, we’re keeping it fake Pointing plastic at the walkers just to see ‘em shake Pedestrians diving, we’re laughing in the seats Just a couple of bastards owning the streets We aren’t sorry! We aren’t good! We’re just the terrors of the neighborhood It’s the night of bastards, the night of the fueled We’re breaking every single one of your rules Running from the lights, living in the blur A total catastrophe is all we prefer Yeah, we’re the kids that your mother warned you ‘bout The night of bastards—scream it out Scream it out
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