We don’t wanna go home
We’re bad people and we do bad things

Verse 1:
Here we go, don’t ya know
We’re the ones that keep it wicked
Rock n’ Roll, all good, mix it up
That’s my ticket
Cruisin’ in my Cadillac Esclade trickin’
Sometimes like it easy, sometimes
Like it rugged
Kepp control, don’t ya know
Hit the floor, run for cover
Flew around the wrold about fifty times over
From New York to LA to the white cliffs of
Dover, the road can be my enemy
The road can be my lover

From the humble neighborhoods
WE’re takin’ over the dance floor
From the humble neighborhoods
We’re gettin’ out of control

Verse 2:
Here we go, don’t ya know
We’re the ones that make it crazy
This ain’t time to get lazy
Mettin’ at 11 in the hotel loby
Same faces, different places
Never knowin’ where we going now
Someday I’m gonna die but it
Won’t be from boredom
If you’ve got the skills then I suggest
That you throw down
Meet us at the spot ’cause it’s
Gonna be a showdown
Nay, you can’t ride the bus
Man you better cool down


Verses 1 & 2

Chorus (out)