I got a song stuck
in my head walking down street #9 i sing it out
loud with my friends and
were all having a good time we all waited for weeks
now we're hangin on the street in NYC we gotta
go to the show ever though were all underage.
Outside the firehall
in PA it rained on
300 kids all day when
the cops shut it down
no one went away we're
gonna play no matter what they say.
3 or 4 people showed
up in Alburquerque the alternator died somewhere between Mankato and Rapid city Strangers in some strange lands in LA the enchiladas made us
sick but that's ok.
Growing up we didn't
wanna be like them it was tough to know who were our friends killing time
playing basements way
back when in a lot
of ways nothing's
changed from now and
then some say they've been left out i wonder why they still hang around i wonder where these sure things
could be then i realized
that somehow i found
them in me we're gonna
play no matter what they say.