Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seth Sentry
Vocals
Carl Dimitaga
Guitar
Rudy Sandapa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaelyn Behr
Composer
Rudy Sandapa
Composer
Seth Marton
Composer
Nic Martin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kaelyn Behr
Producer
Phil Threlfall
Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I used to think that the whole town was against us
Punching through hedges and jumping over fences
A couple cops on our tails, sweatin' and gettin' breathless
Yelling out threats to us
You little fuckers, we'll get ya's
[Verse 2]
Man, just for skatin' some ledges
And plus, we used to rack a bunch of stuff in 98
Jackets with 100 pockets full of chocolates
Looking like a human piñata stumbled out of the IGA
Grew up by the beach, face planting on skate ramps
And laughing at tourists using spray cans of fake tan as if they hate sand
Just a bunch of vague little vagrants
In a cultural wasteland with a boner tucked in my waist band
[Verse 3]
And those cops are still chasing us
Eight of us laughing while they fell further behind
Kinda dangerous when you have a school bag full of paraphernalia
And a good behavior bond, so motherfucker, the chase is on
[Verse 4]
I'm sorry but it's not my fault
There's something inside me that I can't let go
No, I just can't let go
But you don't know, don't know
And I just wanna run
But you don't know, don't, don't
And I just wanna run
[Verse 5]
Yo, last night I found a job site
That had enough ply to make a half pipe
So while the tradesmen were starting bar fights
And smashing glass pints
We were climbing barbed wire fences under floodlights
[Verse 6]
Hey, man, I wonder if that dog bites
I bet your brand new pants that it just might
Yo, fuck the ramp, let's steal another slab of Hahn Ice
So I'll go around the back while you distract the bottle shop guy
[Verse 7]
Warm weather meant sweet waves and beach babes
In winter, everything changed, so we became creative teenagers
Pouring bong water through a tea strainer
Seemed a waste to roll the weeks wages into three papers
And we seem baked even without the weed vapors
Like the breeze changes
We were blazin' and just freeze framed us street skaters
Cliché dreams of maybe being famous
Knees grazed 'cause all these streets are paved with
Fucking cheese graters
[Verse 8]
It's been so long since the police chased us
Feel like going out and doing somethin' that seems dangerous
I miss doing the wrong thing and giving false names
When the cops came and drew bats like Bob Kane, run
[Verse 9]
I'm sorry but it's not my fault
There's something inside me that I can't let go
No, I just can't let go
But you don't know, don't know
And I just wanna run
But you don't know, no, you don't, don't
[Verse 10]
I'm still there in the back of my head
Little kid telling you to shut up, shut up
Yeah, I'm still there in the back of my head
Hear the, gotta run on
I'm still there in the back of my head
Little kid telling you to shut up, shut up
Yeah, I'm still there in the back of my head
Hear the, gotta run on
[Verse 11]
I used to think that the whole town was against us
On second thoughts, maybe we were just against the town
An environment that was pretty good for a childhood
And retirement providing that silence, you get the fuck out
[Verse 12]
There's a bunch of Frankenstein's up on the Frankston line
Dead folks scratching their neck bolts
It's not their fault 'cause they were just never given chances
Zombies in button up FILA pants doing the Thriller dance
[Verse 13]
It's been a long time since Frankston was on a postcard
Most of the kids I know from the Peninsula stayed
But if you don't have a trade then everything is just so hard
Your last words are Rosebud like Citizen Kane
[Verse 14]
Man, it all feels like it was yesterday
I miss doing dumb shit and trying to get away
So when you see me running from the cops and getting tased
I ain't crying, I'm smiling through a face full of pepper spray (Run)
[Verse 15]
I'm sorry but it's not my fault
There's something inside me that I can't let go
No, I just can't let go
[Verse 16]
I'm still there in the back of my head
Little kid telling you to shut up, shut up
Yeah, I'm still there in the back of my head
Hear the, gotta run on
And I just wanna run
Written by: Kaelyn Behr, Nic Martin, Rudy Sabdapa, Seth Marton