Walking down the street and then you hear the talking
Now you look around and know everybody walking
Then you get a job, trying to make some cash
Serving up the masses from your high school English class
Now you have to look inside yourself
Trying not to become someone else
From the backstreets, to the freeway, we know its ours
When we drive over the hill, now, we know we're home now
Then when its over
You think its finally done
Going on the town and trying to have some fun
You just wanna blow up and slide into a crowd
All of the doors closing is the only sound
Now it's time to fill up your own cup
This whole town it is so messed up
From the backstreets, to the freeway, we know its ours
When we drive over the hill, now, we know we're home now
From the backstreets, to the freeway, we know its ours
When we drive over the hill, now, we know we're home now