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Everybody piled in the back of a beat up truck
Riding down the road with the radio up
I got my arm around my girl with a farmer’s tan
All my boys shakin' up them cans
A 12-pack and spray paint
Takin' it too far
We’re doin 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 stories spread around
Word of mouth, town to town, oh yeah
Even now still talkin' 'bout, still talkin' 'bout
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
Woah, we still got the crown, it was more than just a memory
Never going down in water tower history
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
And every tale will be swept into 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
Yeah, long live the kings and the queens of this city
Small town famous, our names in graffiti
Graffiti, graffiti, graffiti, graffiti