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When I was young, and I was dumb, Everyone told me I'd have to get a job.
I'm still doing my very best to prove those people wrong. But its not always that easy
But the fire in my heart won't keep me warm at night when its -13 below.
So I take the check and close my eyes and think back to the better times of
Pick slides and power chords, Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer, these are our best years.
Pick slides and power chords, Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer, these are our best years.
They make pills for people who are this angry. And maybe I'd try them
Pop a few just like candy, but that would require insurance, and a doctor.
So until the day that those are free, there is only one cure for me.
A dirty basement, full of pissed off kids who won't judge me for being what I am
Because what I am is angry, and hungry, and lonely and nervous, but not tonight, tonight I feel great
Pick slides and power chords, Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer, these are our best years.
Pick slides and power chords, Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer, these are our best years.
Every band that I love quit the scene years ago, but the songs just aren't important
We just need some place to go, where the people won't hate us for being unhappy
Turn up the volume and make sure the world knows.
Break all the windows, and get the cops called again those are just the symptoms of our generations cancer
These songs are the radiation that we'll pay for later but for tonight this is the place
That can make me feel better
Pick slides and power chords, Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer, these are our best years.
Pick slides and power chords, Shitty bands and two minute songs
The closest friends and the cheapest beer, these are our best years.
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I swim in a sea of aborted melodies
I live in a grave with the bones of the deceased
In a crypt full of secrets and words no one wrote down
in this house full of songs that will never be sung
Lets sing the praises of the dead
The songs we've forgotten but will never forget
Lets raise a glass to those empty melodies
That meant so much to you and me when we were just kids
This is a song for all the broken verses,
All the choruses sung once and then forgotten
All the songs lost on the way to fame,
All the memories that just faded away,
Lets sing the praises of the dead
the songs we've forgotten but will never forget
lets raise a glass to those empty melodies
that meant so much to you and me when we were just kids
we're just the sum of our broken parts,
the songs long forgotten still live in our hearts
they made us grow wild and made us grow angry
and a punk rock song won't change the world
but it sure as hell changed me
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