At the out city dancehall the wild ones lead the Friday night parade. If you're looking for affection, best be careful where you lay your name. 'Cause they'll pin your renegade heart to wall and leave you there to hang. Last night at some Scarborough disco, another empty pocket took a fall. Wild ones put a kid out of the business, and they shake it off life shivering dogs. No dog tooth trigger will poison us. No sinister blade will poison us. When we dance, the night belongs to us. Who gives a d*** for the blue laws, when the sun come up on an empty lot. A little more blood in the weekend's wake. They shake it off like shivering dogs.