I Was A Tomboy And Most Of

You Take Up For Your Buddies, No Matter What They Do. When You're A Gang, You Stick Up For The Members. If You Don't Stick Up For Them, Stick Together, Make Like Brothers, It Isn't A Gang Anymore. It's A Pack. A Snarling, Distrustful, Bickering Park Like The Socs In Their Social Clubs Or The Street Gangs In New York Or The Wolves In The Timber.

They Grew Up On The Outside Of Society. They Weren't Looking For A Fight. They Were Looking To Belong.

We Had Played A Kid's Version Of Gang Fighting Called "civil War," And Then Later We Had Got In On The Real Thing, We Fought With Chains And We Fought Barefisted And We Fought Socs And We Fought Other Grease Gangs. It Was A Normal Childhood.

All My Life I Wanted Somebody Who Knew More Than I Did To Tell Me The Truth.

Maybe The Two Different Worlds We Lived In Weren't So Different. We Saw The Same Sunset.