Let’s go The sky is white and the asphalt sting-y on the bottoms of our feet The backs of our hands all stick together on a melting rubber street But we are no one’s sucker, mother fucker Better days... Watching through a hole in the fence and keeping one eye on the ball Step in, step on, step up, step through and run, but you have to drop and crawl Make it, break it - don’t know it? Fake it... Better days... Kings of the anthill... Me and you... Better days...