Dear Tyrone

We like to get drunk and go terrorize the town, but the cops are catchin on and the law's crackin down.  

Time to go search for a new joy ride, so we have some excitement to help pass the time.

The town of Tyrone is a quiet little one, but since I moved in the place is coming undone.
 
Can't sit at a church by yourself anymore cause one time we snuck in so they locked up the door.
 
The youth in my bones has a nasty desire so I grab the gasoline and go start a couple fires. 
 
I'm not gonna stop making my own fun but when the cops get involved you either hide out or run.
 

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