The sun goes down we hit the streets.
Push the pavement with our feet.
Go the world in our grasp.

There's gaps to clear and curbs to wax.
In the south, there's a big fun sponge.
If I could I'd kill the sun.

But that's not realistic so I'll just deal with this %#@!.
$#&@ the heat I love the concrete.
Skate and annoy.