Little Tornadoes

They grab their sticks and their misfit pride Cruising the block where the brave reside Little hands armed with their wicked schemes Living out chaos and suburban dreams Eggs in the air like a rebel's parade Scratched-up cars in the starlight cascade Laughing out loud as the tires sing back Signatures left in a silvery track We're little tornadoes spinning in flames Turning the streets into outlaw games Hearts full of thunder no rules no lies Under the moon we raise the skies The quiet streets never stood a chance The night's choreography it's just a dance A crack of an egg a reckless mark Little tornadoes tearing through the dark Mom's warnings echo but who listens now We built our kingdom and we took our vow To mess up the town to leave them guessing Chaos we deliver no second-guessing We're little tornadoes spinning in flames Turning the streets into outlaw games Hearts full of thunder no rules no lies Under the moon we raise the skies If only kids could be better Then life would be better and more fun We're little tornadoes spinning in flames Turning the streets into outlaw games Hearts full of thunder no rules no lies Under the moon we raise the skies If only kids could be better Then life would be better and more fun If only kids could be better Then life would be better and more fun