The Kids don’t Skate Here

We used to take our sticks to Bobogam[?]
And revel in that hollow glory
Thrasher mag was in the making
And all around us the records were breaking

(Chorus)
Oh oh
The kids don't skate here
No, the kids don't skate here no more
The kids don't skate here
No, the kids don't skate here no more

They still remember the legend of Black Man
He rode his board like a total Madman!
In the pool he was turning 360's
The others sketched but for him it was easy

(Chorus)
Oh oh
The kids don't skate here
No, the kids don't skate here
The kids don't skate here no more
No, the kids don't skate here

Find a path that you call your own
But it will not be your own!
'cause there aren't too many places left in the world
And you got to find a place to go

Well there ain't no one gonna tell you what to do
If'n you got your own mind
'cause they take what they want
And they want what they take
And they don't leave it behind!

Down to the pipe
Or an empty pool
Down to the pipe
Oh!
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah, no the kids don't skate here
No, the kids don't skate here no more
The kids don't skate here

They still remember the legend of Black Man
He rode his board like a total madman!
Thrasher mag was in the making
And all around us, the records were breaking

Oh oh
The kids don't skate here