They said we’d burn out…
We became constellations instead.”
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Verse 1 – Dave
Dave
Still flippin’ kicks like Jackie Chan,
Two starlit sparks — Dylan and Avery, man.
Steph’s still my gravity, my fire, my flame,
Lifting in silence, but never the same.
Smoke curls slow through the nebula’s dome,
Still chasin’ wild in this chaos we roam.
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Verse 2 – Pete & George
Pete
Pete’s still drumming on a dashboard moon,
Hair gone silver, but still in tune.
Blazes Earth-grown buds in Saturn’s breeze,
Rips through Watkins Glen with warp-speed ease.
George
George chases truth through quantum haze,
Greenhouse breathes in the Martian phase.
Techno shakes the stars he charts —
While Oliver’s eyes hold ancient hearts.
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[Chorus – Gang vocals + hyperspace horns]
We never hit the brakes, never dimmed our light,
Dead End kids in the pulse of the night.
Scars and stars — still pulling tricks,
Sixty loops deep, still mixin’ the mix.
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Verse 3 – Tom, Jim, Little Chris
Tom
Tom’s kegerator hums on a lunar stage,
Still trapped in jams, still out of his cage.
Follows Phish from Earth to moons,
Air guitars blaze eternal Junes.
Jim
Jim’s bass drops like a gravity call,
Skis black holes — no fear to fall.
Cracks a joke, makes Saturn wince —
“If I die laughin’, I’ll never flinch.”
Little Chris
Little Chris, built like a space marine,
Shouts “Go Bills!” through the cosmic scene.
Loyal, loud, a wild-eyed star —
Still the juggernaut we know from afar.
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Verse 4 – Nick & Chris Ortloff
Nick
Nick’s smokin’ Newports on a moonlit green,
Golfin’ with his boy on a plasma screen.
Mini-bike glows with a rebel soul,
Throttle’s stuck — now he’s legend whole.
Shady’s bark still echoes clear,
Nick still rips through the stratosphere.
Chris Ortloff
Chris Ortloff wasn’t born on the block,
But carved his name in cosmic rock.
Moves with stillness, calm, and heat,
Dead End blood from head to feet.
Brother in fire, no mask to wear,
He earned that crown with solar flair.
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[Bridge – Ska horn breakdown + interstellar pulse]
Years flew by in a tachyon race,
But we stayed weird — never left the base.
That Dead End street? It bent time’s flow —
Now we echo through space, and still we grow.
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[Final Chorus – Big gang vocals + shimmering cosmic horns]
We never hit the brakes, never kissed the curb,
Still skankin’ ska on a time-loop swerve.
Future’s now and the beat still bangs —
Dead End Kings in the photon flames!
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[Outro – Horns fade into static and stars]
📻 (faint crackling)
“Never slowed down…
Never played tame…
Just got older…
And twice as strange.”
