text: One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
  Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
  Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth
  Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat
  And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
  With a love so hard and filled with defeat
  Running for our lives at night on them backstreets
  Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stocktons Wing
  Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
  Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring
  In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything
  To go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
  We swore wed live forever on the backstreets we take it together
  Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears up off the street dressed down in rags
  Running into the darkness, some hurt bad some really dying
  At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying
  Blame it on the lies that killed us
  Blame it on the truth that ran us down
  You can blame it all on me Terry
  It dont matter to me now
  When the breakdown hit at midnight
  There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away
  Laying here in the dark youre like an angel on my chest
  Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
  Remember all the movies, Terry, wed go see
  Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be
  And after all this time to find were just like all the rest
  Stranded in the park and forced to confess
  To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
  We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end
  Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets