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This song is by Seth Sentry and appears on the album Strange New Past (2015).

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I used to think that the whole town was against us
Punchin' through hedges and jumping over fences
A couple of cops on our tail
Sweating and getting breathless
Yellin' out threats to us
"You little fuckers we'll get yas!"

Man just for skating some ledges
And plus we used to rack a bunch of stuff in '98
Jackets with a hundred pockets full of chocolates
Lookin' like a human piñata stumbled out of the IGA

Grew up by the beach
Face plantin' on skate ramps
And laughing at tourists using spray cans
Of fake tan as if they hate sand
Just a bunch a vague little vagrants
In a cultural wasteland with a boner tucked in my waistband (It's not mine)
And those cops are still chasing us
Eight of us laughing while they fell further behind
Kinda dangerous when you got a school bag full of paraphernalia
And good behaviour bond so motherfucker the chase is on
Run

I'm sorry but it's not my fault
There's something inside me that I can't let go
No I just can't let go (but you don't know, don't know)
And I just wanna run (but you don't know, don't know)
I just wanna run

Yo, last night I found a job site that had enough ply to make a half pipe
So while the tradesmen were starting barfights
And smashing glass pints we were climbing barbed-wire fences under flood lights (shhhhhh!)
Hey man I wonder if that dog bites?
I bet your brand new pants that it just might
You fuck the ramp, let's steal another slab of Hahn Ice
So I'll go around the back while you distract the bottle shop guy

Warm weather meant sweet waves and beach babes
In winter everything changed so we became creative
Teenagers pourin' bong water through a tea strainer
Seemed a waste to roll a weeks wages into three papers
And we seemed baked even without the weed vapours
Like the breeze changed
We were blazing and just freeze framed us street skaters
Clichéd dreams of maybe being famous
Knees grazed 'cause all these streets are paved with fucking cheese graters

It's been so long since the police chased us
Feel like going out and doing something that seems dangerous
I miss doing the wrong thing and givin' false names
When the cops came and drew bats like Bob Kane
Run

I'm sorry but it's not my fault,
There's something inside me that I can't let go
No I just can't let go (but you don't know, don't know)
And I just wanna run (but you don't know, no you don't, don't, [don't])

I'm still there in the back of my head
Little kid telling you to shut up! (Shut up!)
Yeah I'm still there in the back of my head
Hear the [woop woop] gotta run on (Run on)

I'm still there in the back of my head
Little kid telling you to shut up! (Shut up!)
Yeah I'm still there in the back of my head
Hear the [woop woop] gotta run on (Run on)


I used to think the whole town was against us
On seconds thoughts maybe we were just against the town
An environment that was pretty good for a childhood and retirement providing outside it, you get the fuck out!
There's a bunch of Frankensteins up on the Frankston line (Frankensteins Monster)
Dead folks, scratching their neck bolts
It's not their fault 'cause they were just never given chances
Zombies in button up FILA pants doin' the thrilla dance
It's been a long time since Frankston was on a postcard
Most of the kids I know from the peninsula stayed
But if you don't have a trade then everything is just so hard
Your last words are Rosebud like Citizen Kane

Man, it all feels like it was yesterday
I miss doin' dumb shit and trying to get away
So when you see me running from the cops and gettin' tazed
I ain't crying, I'm smiling through a face full of pepper spray
Run

I'm sorry but it's not my fault
There's something inside me that I can't let go
No I just can't let go
I'm still there in the back of my head
Little kid telling you to shut up! (Shut up!)
Yeah I'm still there in the back of my head
Hear the [woop woop] gotta run on
And I just wanna run