Dead School Dirt Bike

Dead school dirt bike, parked by the chain-link

Seat got rips, whole frame got a mean lean

Bell on the bars, but it don't ring clean

I was twelve with a plan and a scratched-up dream

Backyard mud, then the alley to the lot

Shifting too hard, made the whole thing rock

Lunch bell hit, I was gone from the block

You could hear me comin' from a mile when I locked

Kicked up dust by the soda shop

Old front tire still don't know how to stop

Moms yelled loud, but I smiled a lot

That two-stroke cough was the only talk I got

Hold tight, don't blink

I was half gone before I could think

Chain snapped once, still I stayed on

If it broke down, I made it run on

Dead school dirt bike

Dead school dirt bike

Rattle and shine

I made it mine

Dead school dirt bike

Dead school dirt bike

Burn out the pain

Then I ride again

Chain oil black on my knuckles and jeans

Chrome so dull, still it caught the street

No clean ride, just a kid and his speed

Felt like a king on a bent-up steed

One red light, then I cut through the yard

Fence got low, so I played it hard

Every scar on it told my part

Every bad day got left in the dark

Now when I hear that cold-start crack

I remember dirt and a paper sack

Tiny engine, but it gave me back

A little more heart when the world went flat

Hold tight, don't blink

I was half gone before I could think

Chain snapped once, still I stayed on

If it broke down, I made it run on

Dead school dirt bike

Dead school dirt bike

Rattle and shine

I made it mine

Dead school dirt bike

Dead school dirt bike

Burn out the pain

Then I ride again

Took the long way home

With the moon on the track

Old beat-up frame

Still I bring it back

Dead school dirt bike

Dead school dirt bike

Rattle and shine

I made it mine

Dead school dirt bike

Dead school dirt bike

Burn out the pain

Then I ride again