The sun will still set
On the east and the west
Where the greasers roam streets
And the socials are best
The sunset can be seen
From both sides of the state
The night falls on both sides
Across the thin line of hate
The socials in their cars
Roaming the street
Searching and following
A greaser to meet
The brawls and the rumbles
Go on through the night
And then they go home
And get ready for a fight
But the socials and greasers
Are together through the pain
They're all outsiders in the world
And they're all just the same
But murder is now
And Ponyboys life has gone wrong
Him and Johnny must run
They both must stay strong
Though Darry and Soda
At home are awake
Fearing welfare of their brother
And who's lives are at stake
But Dallys on hand
To help them through the fight
And with a gun and some money
They're off in the night
To a small town beyond home
In the country they stay
In a small abandoned church
Five days they're away
Before Dally comes back
To give them the all clear
And they drive away safe
Without anymore fear
But children are stuck
In the church that's alight
Ponyboy and Johnny
do what is right
They charge in side
No fear at all
Ponyboy gets out
But Johnny falls
It's all over in a sudden flash
Dallys in hospital too
Johnny's the worst off out of them
And they don't know if he will pull through
Soda and Darry take Pony home
The big rumbles that night
They all grease themselves up
Then go out and get ready to fight
The fight begins with a punch
And danger replaces the fun
But as quickly as it began
There were shouts' Watch the soc's run!"
Dally and Ponyboy set off
To the bed that johnny lies
They tell him they won the rumble
Johnny slowly dies
Ponyboy walks home in daze
He feels very low
Dally rings up in a hurry
He lost it he's gonna blow
He needs somewhere to hide
He's robbed a shop
He has to get away
Before he's caught by the cops
The gang runs to the lot
But they're not fast enough
Dally gets shot a few times
But he dies looking tuff
One week is all it took
To take all three
And even only then
Did it make a few people see
That greasers and socials
Are sort of the same
That they should be equal
Without any of the shame
But for the rest of the town
The feelings are strong
Of loathing and hate
Which hurts ever so long
Where the Greasers roam streets
And the Socials are best
The sun will still set
On the east and the west
