Out in the streets at all hours of the night
Softly bathed in flickering dashboard lights
Hey!

There's no painless way to say that
I passed on that piece of the pie
That was planed as mine
I'm starving too but I'm hungry for life
Not that life,
But my life,
It's my time

My POS car with the radio playin'
The graveyard jockey is on the air sayin'
"Here's a new hot band outta Oakland..."
And it's the sound
Of my way out

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes

Well I used to watch
This kid turning wrenches next door
He grew up
Engines strewn across the oil stained floor
I got a car
And next year I knew better
But i let her fall into disrepair
I gotta get away
Gotta get away
Gotta get away from here
But four wheels aren't going to get me there

Summer time blues on the front porch swinger
The jock says "The Rage got a new singer..."
The first note rips through the speaker
And it's the sound of my way out

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes


We're the wolves
Prowlin' the shadows of these worn down streets
A rabid dose of ambition drives us to the books
To the highways -
To the lowway -
To the air waves -
We're all just tryna get a better look (a look)
At what's beyond the tall grass
That groes around this town

I gotta see the world for myself
And I only know one way to get out
Pick up my ticket to any where but here
It's got six strings and a soul
I gotta get away
Gotta get away
Gotta get away from here
Turn it up and rise up out of this hole

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! Shake! Shake!
The dust off these shoes

We make noise
Shake! Shake! Shake!
What else could we choose?
Shake! Shake! Shake!
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! Shake! Shake!
The dust off these shoes
And Shake! Shake! Shake!
The dust off these shoes