East Coast Anthem

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Walkin' on the streets of Anneberg
on the West Coast - where I live
you say "what's the problem?"
"what's with this angry kid?"
You dont like the way I walk
or the way I talk,
or the way I swing my hands,
you dont like the words I speak,
or the thoughts I think
and I know you'll never understand.

You know,
on the West Coast we ride until we die
you know
well there's a place inside my mind, yeah
a place you'll never find
there's a place inside my mind
walk this way you know.