Everybody piled in the back of a beat up truck
Ridin’ down the road with the radio up
I got my arm around my girl with a farmer’s tan
All my boys shaking up them cans
Twelve pack of spray paint, taking it too far
We’re doing it our way
Leaving our mark down the halls
On the walls, in the bathroom stalls
Underneath that freight train bridge that we jumped off
We wrote: Long live the kings and queens of this city
Small-town famous, our names in graffiti
Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti
Just a little something to remember us by
Like our very own Hollywood sign
Our story’s spread around
Word of mouth, town to town
Even now, still talk about, still talk about
Leaving our mark down the halls
On the walls, in the bathroom stalls
Underneath that freight train bridge that we jumped off
We wrote: Long live the kings and queens of this city
Small-town famous, our names in graffiti
Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti
We still got the crown
It was more than just a memory
Forever going down
In water tower history
In the halls, on the walls, in the bathroom stalls
Underneath that freight train bridge that we jumped off
We wrote: Long live the kings and queens of this city
Small-town famous, our names in graffiti
This town is ours, cross our hearts
Keep our secrets safe
Never tell, yeah we swear
Take it to our graves
To all the jocks and the punks
The freaks and the hippies
Yeah we’re small town famous, our names in graffiti
Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti
Yeah we’re small town famous, our names in graffiti
Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti
Long live the kings and queens of this city
Small-town famous, our names in graffiti
Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti, graffiti
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