At the out city dancehall the wild ones lead the Friday

night parade. If you’re looking for affection, best be

careful where you lay your name. ‘Cause they’ll pin your

renegade heart to wall and leave you there to hang. Last

night at some Scarborough disco, another empty pocket

took a fall. Wild ones put a kid out of the business, and

they shake it off life shivering dogs. No dog tooth

trigger will poison us. No sinister blade will poison us.

When we dance, the night belongs to us. Who gives a damn

for the blue laws, when the sun come up on an empty lot.

A little more blood in the weekend’s wake. They shake it

off like shivering dogs.