Tekster: Bombshell Rocks. Dead End Kids.

Man I got to tell you this feeling inside i get when,
me and my boys are synchronized.
Like a little explosion in what's left in my brain,
telling me to move while the world's insane.

Put on a record on the stereo,
I loose myself and before i know the choir goes.

Us dead end kids got a place to go,
we take our home with us where we go.


I'll sit hours on end and I dream and pretend,
can almost feel the hot spotlights.
And all those nights up on the stage,
man I never wanna leave that place to go.
Here I feel alright.