makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls
pump in the back of my pack How you step Rock (I step in stride) I step across stage with my nuts in my hand Them punks wanna front cause I got my own band
We grew up in the suburbs, got guitars for Christmas And started a punk rock band Then we traveled the nation became a sensation In our '82 Dodge van
fill our glasses And drink a toast to olden times where all our memories lie Where all our memories lie Do you remember the time when we were young?
God Bless the Mother Who brought up her baby boy To believe that some things in this world Are worth fighting for The ones who raise the brave young men
miniature windows and doors! HORTON No smaller town than yours (The WHO MARCHING BAND enters.) WHOS We've got a marching band That is small but grand Oh, you ought to hear them wail! (The BAND
. But now she gone, And I don't worry. 'Cause I'm sitting On top of the world. Worked all the summer, And worked all the fall. I had to take my Christmas
door as the trees blew down your yard We lay there together under the stars And we prayed there together, we wished hard We're too young to die, God, too young
I ride for cash And you softer than a toddler's ass You can ask any cat that was on the strip with me If I flipped the key and I had Christmas tree Man
We grew up in the suburbs Got guitars for Christmas And started a punk rock band Then we travelled the nation Became a sensation In our ?82 dodge van
: We grew up in the suburbs Got guitars for Christmas And started a punk rock band Then we travelled the nation Became a sensation In our ?82 dodge van
and I ride for cash And you softer than a toddler's ass You can ask any cat that was on the strip with me If I flipped the key and I had Christmas tree
the pump in the back of my pack How you step Rock (I step in stride) I step across stage with my nuts in my hand Them punks wanna front cause I got my own band