Steep Angles

[Chorus]
The black boys on mopeds
Now they ride dirt bikes
Whip 'em east over North Ave
In the middle of the night
Don't give a damn who's in the graveyard
Oh, they wanna pick at the wound
Steep angles on the back wheels
Yeah, they make street lamps swoon
Steep angles on the back wheels
Under a waning moon

[Verse]
Black-eyed Susans
Don't last long
However they form
'Round Booth's headstone
I need a good once-over
Of those who confide in me
"The whole goddamn mess was over the economy, man"

[Chorus]
The black boys on mopeds
They've mastered dirt bikes
They whip 'em east over North Ave
Wake me up in the night
I don't give a damn who's in the graveyard
No, wanna pick at the wound
Steep angles on the back wheels
Yeah, they make street lamps swoon
Steep angles on the back wheels
Serenade John Booth