Raised on Danger

Common sense. Yeah, we learned it the hard way. Born In 58

when the rules didn't play. Backdoor signs on a cracked brick wall.

No seat belts, no fear at all. Water hose whiskey in the summertime.

Streetlights told us when to draw the line. Fast cars rumble on a Friday

night. Keg in the woods, no damn headlights. Drugs were illegal,

but easy to score. We weren't angels. We were a little bit more.

We were raised on danger, raised on prayer. Raised on a world that didn't

fight fair. Backdoor signs and streetlight times grew up wild in the shadow