Hippies are skipping through the leaves
Low riders creep along the street
Hauling white boys
Living that dirtstashe dream
Every time you say what you mean some hipsters roll their eyes
Ghetto blasters and classic rock
If it's not moving, it's up on blocks
Oh, if this old drag could talk
There would be filthy language
and that makes angels cry
So, I don’t listen too hard
Or I’ll find something wrong
Looking both ways down Cherry Street
If the evening news was right
I'll be here to watch this whole town burn
There is a riot warning tonight
Condolences to the home team
I couldn't afford to go, and they're too slow for TV
But, the cops are out with their shields tonight
Wielding power and blowing steam
Creating enemies and making some losers try
Ladies,
Don't walk home alone
But, if you have to
Don't walk down this road
Someday I hope to leave this place
with many unknown unknowns
Every time you don't share the dream
Someone gets paranoid
So, I do nothing too hard
I just hum along
Looking both ways down Cherry Street
The anchorman was wrong
Nothing to see here but the sun going down
Our riot warning is gone
Hippies are skipping through the leaves
Low riders creep along the street
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