Man I got to tell you this feeling inside i get when, Me and my boys are synchronized. Like a little explosion in what's left in my brain, Telling me to move while the world's insane. Put on a record on the stereo, I loose myself and before i know the choir goes. Us dead end kids got a place to go, We take our home with us where we go. I'll sit hours on end and I dream and pretend, Can almost feel the hot spotlights. And all those nights up on the stage, Man I never wanna leave that place to go. Here I feel alright.