Rebel Yells
Rebel Yells: A Thrilling Tale of Night Rides, Rebellion, and Life Lessons
Lyrics
I grabbed my old dirt bike late one night
I took my old dirt bike late at night.
I never told my pops cause it would start a fight
I kept it a secret from my father to avoid an argument.
Bike had no lights no license plate
The bike had no lights or license plate.
I thought I'd never get caught at this MPH
I believed I wouldn't get caught at this speed.
Headed down to Tucker Pond to smoke and drink
I went to Tucker Pond to smoke and drink, having a great time without considering consequences.
I had A-blast I was smashed never stopped to think
I was reckless, not thinking about the potential risks.
And who showed up but the blue lights
The police (blue lights) showed up unexpectedly.
Hooah! Let's kick it up another notch
Expressing enthusiasm for the situation, suggesting a desire for more excitement.
So I went tearing up that back road Like I got somewhere to be
I accelerated on the back road, as if I had an urgent destination.
Holding down that throttle for the sweet sweet speed
I pushed the throttle for the thrill of speed.
Moving through the night like a bullet being shot
I moved through the night rapidly, akin to a bullet being shot.
Faster and faster, pulling out ha ha hot
Increasing speed rapidly, with a sense of excitement.
Yeah I was thinking back on
Reflecting on the past.
When I was just A Dumb kid thinking back on all the Dumb Shit I did
Recalling foolish actions from youth.
Screaming faster faster headed to hell
Screaming in excitement, headed towards trouble.
And you can sure damn hear it when this Rebel Yells
The rebellious nature is expressed through a yell.
No license No license plate you should have seen the look on my old man's face
Reiterating the absence of a license plate, emphasizing parental disapproval.
Sure as hell he was pissed Ain't never seen him like this
The father is visibly angry and upset.
No room for back talk no room for no lip
No room for argument or disrespect.
We can laugh about it now but I sure ain't proud
Reflecting on the incident with a hint of regret.
On how I chewed that cop right out
Describing a confrontation with the police, unapologetic.
My pops put the bike in the bed of the truck
The father puts the bike in the truck.
While I was mouthin off not giving a fuck
Being defiant and disrespectful while the bike is loaded.
Gott-ha Bunch of tickets every Box he could check
Getting multiple tickets for various offenses.
My pops threw me in the truck by the scruff of my neck
The father reacts strongly, physically putting the speaker in the truck.
One thing my dad said I'll never forget...
The father warns the speaker about consequences.
You better smart Up Boy cause you bought to get hit
Emphasizing the need to be more responsible.
And I went tearing down that back road Like I got somewhere to be
Resuming reckless behavior on the back road.
Holding down that throttle for that sweet sweet speed
Thrill-seeking, pushing the throttle for speed.
Move in through the night like a bullet being shot
Continuing the reckless journey through the night.
Faster faster pulling out ha-ha Hot
Accelerating even faster with a sense of excitement.
I was thinking back on When I was just a dumb kid
Reflecting again on past foolishness.
Thinking back on all the dumb shit I did
Recalling immature actions from youth.
Scream faster and faster Headed to hell
Expressing excitement and a sense of heading towards trouble.
And you can sure damn hear it when this Rebel Yells
Reiterating the rebellious yell as a culmination of the narrative.
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