Breakin the Law by Judas Priest. It invokes images of scatterbrained youth, fitted with a full mop of hair, snake arm tatoos, Doc Marten boots, and more chains than a dominatrix; of sweaty fat dudes dominating mosh pits; of Beavis and Butthead in all their debauchery, singing along as they, for lack of a better phrase, break the law.
One never thinks of a shirtless old lanky dude with loose skin and no teeth. An old dude sitting on the sidewalk with and iPod? And shouting the words to passers by. I admit it's classic rock, but there's nothing classic about that bizarre situation. I should have tossed him a quarter and told him to shut the fuck up. Then again he was breakin the law, because I think panhandling is technically illegal. But who's keeping track anyway.
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