Where the Wild Things Are
My big brother rode an Indian Scout
- My big brother rode an Indian Scout
- It was black like his jacket
- American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth
- Just like our daddy
- He kicked-started that bike one night and broke Mama's heart
- He pointed that headlight west
- Out where the wild things are
- He'd call me up every couple of weeks
- From South California
- Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree
- And his pretty girl stories
- How he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitar
- Said "Little brother you'd love it out here
- Out where the wild things are"
- Oh it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
- Oh the nights ignite like gasoline
- And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
- Out where the wild things are
- I called my brother from the back of that plane
- The second I made it
- We started drinkin' on the strip in LA
- And then it got crazy
- Ended up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood stars
- Kissin' on a blonde in a backyard pool
- Out where the wild things are
- Oh yeah
Let's listen to my solo!
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