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