Из альбома: The Good, the Bad, and the Argyle
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