Please Don't Tell My Father That I Used His 1996 Honda Accord To Destroy The Town Of Willow Grove, Pennsylvania In 2002

The last time I stole my father's keys

I couldn't have been older than nineteen

I hightailed his car from New Jersey to Willow Grove

And you could not see their street signs through the smoke

Between the dumpster diving, vandalizing

Suburban streets and disturbing the peace

Everything we passed, we smashed

It was broken pavement and shattered glass

And you could not read the street signs through the smoke

Just afterthoughts passing all of the laws we broke

Considered violent and reckless by North Philly detectives

We occupied the space where we'd never have a thing to lose

Between the bong rips and knife hits

Protestant booze, stick-and-poke tattoos

We were just over-privileged youth seeking something to do

And I could not see my street sign through the smoke

Just an afterthought rushing past all the laws we broke

When the morning came, I woke up in bed back at home