Ghost of 1988
Smack talking, crack walking track knocking
Pyro setting
Drama getting
Sun setting
Down by the docks
Flocks of Hawks
Dance on rocks
Crazy, snazzy bustin locks
Boats shakin
Waves breakin
Bodies quakin
Another summer makin
Beach nights
Hot rights
Drunken fights
Lost sights
Neon tights
Ocean and sand
Water and land
Patios and band
Drinks in hand
It's 1988
We stay out too late
Party? Can't wait
Leather and pastels
Flock of Seagulls
Haispray and gels
Midnight Ssshhhh don't tell
Time to go
Don't say no
Time goes on
They'll know we are gone
Curfews and rules
Churches and schools
Hurry get home. Try.
We had a ride back. Who was that guy?
We will be caught. Grounded. Must lie.
We made it. There's still 26 days left of July.
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