Badlands

Badlands
By JFA

I met a man while riding
Vans skatepark the other day
It was getting dark
When he made the remark
How skating sure had changed
He was sick of circus trickery
And corporate industry games
He wanted more and was longing for
A place that hadn't been tamed

Take me back to the Badlands
Hardcore backyard pools
Take me back to the Badlands
Away from these scooter goons!

In the shadow of the mountain
There's an air of mystery
Sacred land and sacred air
Thick with history
Where walls run large
Stakes are steep
Blood runs thick
Commitment runs deep

Take me back to the Badlands
Hardcore backyard pools
Take me back to the Badlands
To hang with the old school crew

Echoes down the Pipeline
Still reverberating
Broken bones
And snapback overtones
Overhead curvatures
And rash insanity
Been gone for so long
Roundwall's calling out to me

So take me back to the Badlands
Hardcore backyard pools
Take me back to the Badlands
Take me back with you