You heard that we were great. But now you think were lame. Since you saw the show last night You hoped that we would rock. And knock it up a notch. Rockin' was nowhere in sight And its never good
No - I'll cut you in a minute. You know you should admit it- oh yeah. There's no turning back. I guess that you knew that. My eyes are turning black and my brain is getting fat. I'm staring at so
Hey! Well, punk is dead. And, yeah, you're next. But it seems no one has told you yet. So hardcore. You must be sore. You come on like a major threat Face, I know you like it hard 'n' straight.