歌词
Southern Illinois Street
Canopied sycamore trees
Wears it's age on it's sleeve
Neighborhood kids duck next to
Front porches and crack eggs
Orange juice and sugar
Mixed with sticks on a bed of leaves and dirt
Making secrets and having
Feelings before feelings hurt
We're in the backyard
The temperature has plummeted
We were crushed up and
Grounded with a little bit of sugar
Crushed up and
Grounded with a little bit of
And I pack the bags, heading for the corner
Past the kids and the porches
That's where I lost my buddy
He packed his bags, my buddy
I get crushed up
Crushed up
We were crushed
Crushed up