the type of people my father told me took up space and air
Is the exact people I grew to hang around.
They race in their cars and get in wrecks,
And to put it nicely, I've seen too many eyes  go          .                                  blank.
The things they said circles where they were going,
And that's a Friday night party because that's they life they live.
But now there's helicopters waiting at the church doors
Its midnight and everyone on the highway is awake.
Now there's ambulances
Now there's kids that'll probably never walk again, probably never breathe again.
All for what? An adrenaline rush?