Hey kid, can't you read the sign?
  It's been bottled down, by the sidewalk, by the store
  That you can't hang around
  And it's the same way every night
  Around the corner, up the way, it's okay
    Tomorrow I'll just skate, get kicked out
  Playing my guitar, but it's too loud
  Should I have the right to hang out with my friends?
  To find someplace to go until it's late
  Don't tell me where I can't go, tell me where I can
  They're seeing black and white, we're stuck in the grey
    And I've learned to bite my tongue
  When I'm working day and night
  Settling the score my own way
  While they're getting more and more
  And just because I'm not their perfect, everyday role model type, I'm shut out
    Tomorrow I'll just skate, get kicked out
  Playing my guitar, but it's too loud
  Should I have the right to live my life for free?
  When I'm stuck in the grey...