Fremont Anarchy

Chorus

Wagon painted brown and blue

Ninety-two was screaming true

Down the Grapevine burning through the heat

Spray-paint anarchy upon the seat

We were young we were gold we were free

The road was just a place to be

Tracing lines across the interstate

Living wild before the hands of fate

Verse 1

Casey shoves Rico through the living room glass

Stroller by the curtain as the moments pass

Yohan stole the truck and fled into the dark

Morning sun is hitting like a hungry spark

Sister wakes up solo in a house of dust

Ninety-two was founded on a wanderlust

Pre-Chorus

Josh and Chris and Jeff

Leaving nothing left

Blasting infectious grooves

As the engine moves

Chorus

Wagon painted brown and blue

Ninety-two was screaming true

Down the Grapevine burning through the heat

Spray-paint anarchy upon the seat

We were young we were gold we were free

The road was just a place to be

Tracing lines across the interstate

Living wild before the hands of fate

Verse 2

Riding the Viper with a midday chill

Vegas in the rear view and a Valencia thrill

Keytar on the Sunset at the Whiskey show

Watching Exploding Boy and the stage light glow

Cougar at the bar promising a Disney gate

Lying about the tickets just to change the state

Pre-Chorus

Space Mountain turns

As the stomach burns

Quoting movie lines

Passing highway signs

Chorus

Wagon painted brown and blue

Ninety-two was screaming true

Down the Grapevine burning through the heat

Spray-paint anarchy upon the seat

We were young we were gold we were free

The road was just a place to be

Tracing lines across the interstate

Living wild before the hands of fate

Bridge

Jeff at the airport terminal gate

L-A-X couldn't make him wait

Flying back to beat the band

Heavier soul in a smaller land

Michael Douglas on the pier

Falling Down is finally here

Verse 3

Sister stands waiting with the window debt

Nothin in his pockets but a deep regret

No

I'm not sorry for a single frame

Even when the neighborhood forgets the name

Home again under Fremont sky

Wave the old wagon one last goodbye

Chorus

Wagon painted brown and blue

Ninety-two was screaming true

Down the Grapevine burning through the heat

Spray-paint anarchy upon the seat

We were young we were gold we were free

The road was just a place to be

Tracing lines across the interstate

Living wild before the hands of fate