Rave Down

Rave down, hit the ground

Before the pistol crack spins me out sideways 
Like the sharp hard hit of a car crash in a dream
There’s kids on the corner wanna 
Beat-box my brains to bits 
You can’t cut creed clean 
Things ain’t black or white like they seem

Rave down, hit the ground

4 AM all night hell gas station 
Before we cruise off to the beach 
Where the breeze blows easy and slow 
We hung tight all night and no gig to go to 
There could be something happenin’ here 
But there’s just no place to go 
Your town ain’t lively up no more 
Rave Down

Deep hot sun burns through the city 
Yeah, they’re havin’ to peel 
The pedestrians off the walls 
Ex-cop ’round the block 
Rockin’ chair, suckin’ beer 
He blasts flies with his gun 
Because swatting’s no fun 
Your town ain’t hypin’ up no more 
Rave down 
Rave down, hit the ground

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