[Verse] We snuck about like a hooligan pack Backyards blazing we never looked back Cassettes spinning in a beat-up van We were the misfits without a plan [Verse 2] Walkman in hand radio cranked Skateboard grip-tape sidewalks banked Saturday mornings cartoons till noon Pocket full of quarters for the arcade afternoon [Chorus] We were the kids of the in-between No helicopter parents just TV screens Mixtape rebels with nowhere to be Dancing on the edge of reckless and free [Verse 3] Hiding from rules we refused to obey Climbing rooftops to greet the day Polaroids fading in smoke-filled rooms Latchkey life barking at the moon [Chorus] We were neon lights in the dark of the night All torn jeans and ready to fight Mixtape rebels with nowhere to be Kids of the scraped-up knees and MTV [Bridge] Trouble found us in alleys and bars We wore our bruises like badges of wars No apps no likes just bikes in the street The magic of a simpler time can't be beat [Chorus] We were the kids of the in-between Pocket-change keepers for the vending-machines Mall-rat rebels in Kmart aisles Drinking from the garden hose of life
