[Verse] Skateboards clackin', we’re ghostin’ the scene, Neon buzzin’, the city ain't clean. Dumpster dinners and that gasoline smell, Laughin’ at trouble, under the overpass hell. [Pre-Chorus] You say fate’s a joke, I’m all thumbs and kicks, Fries in our hands, spit out your clever tricks. [Chorus] Runaway kings with ketchup stains, Bite the world in sarcastic chains. Under the bridge where nobody lies, Two rebels feastin’ on stolen fries. Yeah, two rebels feastin’ on stolen fries. [Verse] Torn-up jeans, punk rock from our souls, Fast talkin’ dreams with no control. Echoes of sirens, but they don’t chase us down, We claim this highway, the runnin’ town crown. [Pre-Chorus] You snap that wrapper, I sneer at the sky, We’re legends of junk food and a sideways eye. [Chorus] Runaway kings with ketchup stains, Bite the world in sarcastic chains. Under the bridge where nobody lies, Two rebels feastin’ on stolen fries. Yeah, two rebels feastin’ on stolen fries. [Bridge] No golden thrones, just a rusted pipe, Laughin’ at fate with a cigarette snipe. We’re the broken chords in a vinyl spin, Grinning through chaos, we just begin. [Chorus] Runaway kings with ketchup stains, Bite the world in sarcastic chains. Under the bridge where nobody lies, Two rebels feastin’ on stolen fries. Yeah, two rebels feastin’ on stolen fries. [Outro] Fries in the gutter, but hell, we survive, Runaway kings, yeah, we’re alive.