Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
Squad Five-O
We roam the streets of America.On a 30 gallon tank on the heels of a dream.Don't have much money or a good reputation.But things ain't always what they seem.I'm just a kid from the USA.With a guitar and something to say.I'm hangin' out with Jimmy Rocketship. On a mission with a rock-n-roll anthem.Friends by my side our God all around us.Music on the stereo the rhythm surrounds us.The rhythm of life the beat of eternal.Insecurities laid low cause we're all in together.We roam the streets of America.On three hours of sleep and some Mountain Dew.We don't have much except each other.And a song of hope and a grip on the truth