We came together as BMX vandals 
The rope, black sands, and J&L Goodman Scandal 

It was a time of brotherhood and exploration 
When "License to Ill" was in constant rotation 

On "Dragon's Lair" and pinball 
Our money was blown 

At  G&L Headquarters 
Where most our bikes were stolen 

Squirelling parents' booze 
Was our ticket to the weekends 

Totally unaware...
We were feeding inner demons 

It seemed so naturally innocent 
And for the most part, it was 

Hiding deep in Memory Park
'Til we wore off our buzz 

"There's NO WAY IN HELL that shit wasn't laced!" 

Elmer and Bugs chased us that day 

Weather never severed our plans 
We were legends within a flash in the pan 

The memories we made 
Flying high as kites 

I'll never forget my daze 
In Memory Heights