Hey kid, can't you read the sign?

It's been bottled down, by the sidewalk, by the store

That you can't hang around

And it's the same way every night

Around the corner, up the way, it's okay



Tomorrow I'll just skate, get kicked out

Playing my guitar, but it's too loud

Should I have the right to hang out with my friends?

To find someplace to go until it's late

Don't tell me where I can't go, tell me where I can

They're seeing black and white, we're stuck in the grey



And I've learned to bite my tongue

When I'm working day and night

Settling the score my own way

While they're getting more and more

And just because I'm not their perfect, everyday role model type, I'm shut out



Tomorrow I'll just skate, get kicked out

Playing my guitar, but it's too loud

Should I have the right to live my life for free?

When I'm stuck in the grey...