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The show’s tonight, I’ll meet you outside.
But first I’ve got ten bucks that I need to find.
The bands sound cool, we’ll see them real soon.
I hope I find some vinyl I never got.
And we’ll go to the front and throw our hands up.
And we’l l dance in the pit, do windmills then quit.
And we’ll climb to the singer, go higher, fall deeper.
Then I’ll go buy a shirt, twelve bucks for a ringer?
If we could always get together, the times we’d have would last forever.
But it’s been too long since we all got along. The old days when the scene was building and strong.
Supported the bands, passed out flyers and ‘zines. Car to car, show to show, let’s all hit the road.
If you grew up in the age of multi-day hardcore fests, tabling shows, driving 16 hours in a van full of kids with next to no money to go to some huge fest in the midwest and trying to decide if you should spend your last few dollars on 7 inches instead of food this song will probably really speak to you.