When I was thirteen some friends and I
decided to go for a ride on our push bikes.
We did our best riding at about midnight
When all the stores were closed.
We shunned the day time shopping,where
You pay through the nose.
We would ride and ride,until we found a
Suitable venue for our misbehaviour and
Our juvenile delinquent ways
Juvenile delinquent
Is that what I was?
Juvenile delinquent
Is that who I am?
I was a good boy until I fell in with the
wrong bunch of kids.
They showed me the darker side of the
Streets.
I saw the seedier side of life where your
body is up for bids.
Well we rode around at night,causing trouble
And mayhem,for going on two years.
Causing shop owners to lose money and
plenty of tears.
Juvenile Delinquint
Is that what I was?
Juvenile Delinquint
Is that who I am?
Well we went for a ride one night,what we
Didn’t know,it was to be our last
The long arm of the law,was just about to
Tap us on the shoulder.
Our flag is gonna fly half mast.
We had had a good run,but I was glad when
We got busted
It was getting out of hand,things were getting more
and more dangerous.
It was the money,thrills and cigarettes that we
Lusted.
At the end we had our tails between our legs,heads
Down and ashamed,we were led into the court room.
We had to face our punishment,maybe get put away
For a while.
And go to a place where they don’t know the meaning
Of a smile.
We waited a long time for the judge to return from his
Chambers,he gave us look,and told us to stand.
He gave us three years probation,I guess God was
Holding our hands.
We got off light and easy,we didn’t really pay the price for
Our stupidity.
We know we got lucky,cause we escaped the dirty part
Of the city.
Juvenile Delinquint
Is that who I was?
Juvenile Delinquint
That is not who I am.
PS once this is totally made up,it is not about me or
anyone.