[Verse]
Joe's out front with his pressure washer, sprayin' down a fifteen-year-old stain,
Got his coffee in a Thermos, starin' out like he's watchin' grain.
He hears that bass before he sees it, thumpin' like a frost-heave crack,
A cherry-bomb muffler rippin' silence on the wrong side of the track.

[Verse]
It's Jamie in his red Sunfire, son of the lady down on Banning Street,
Hatchback full of empty Red Bulls, a car-seat frame in the passenger seat.
He's makin' loops from Cumberland to Frederica, just burnin' half a tank,
Joe yells somethin' 'bout a muffler, but Jamie's mind is just a blank.

[Chorus]
Joe yells "Cut it out, you're shakin' my foundation!"
Jamie thinks he's just an old man losin' patience.
"Cut it out!" rings down Memorial,
A teenage war on a residential,
But forty years ago Joe's own tires spun,
In a six-cylinder truck just bein' young.
Cut it out, cut it out, cut it out.

[Verse]
I'm out here on my own front step, chalk line snappin' for a new porch post,
Rememberin' the souped-up pickup and the Crown Royal nights I miss the most.
I yelled at some kid last Tuesday, somethin' foolish 'bout a noisy gear,
Then I saw my own reflection starin' back from 1964.

[Bridge]
We all forget the gravel that we kicked up as a boy,
The noise we made to kill the quiet, just a loud and desperate joy.
Now I'm Joe, I'm just an echo, of a grudge I can't explain,
Yellin' at a rattlin' Sunfire, circlin' in the passin' lane.

[Chorus]
Joe yells "Cut it out, you're shakin' my foundation!"
Jamie thinks he's just an old man losin' patience.
"Cut it out!" rings down Memorial,
A teenage war on a residential,
But forty years ago Joe's own tires spun,
In a six-cylinder truck just bein' young.
Cut it out, cut it out, cut it out.

[Outro]
Yeah, cut it out.
I can still hear my own daddy sayin'... cut it out.
Just a loop of red paint flashin' by the Chimo yard.
Jamie, you don't know it yet, but life is hard.
(This loop don't break 'til you pour your own slab).