We Fight!

The day I turned eighteen,
I found myself
taking one last look at this
dead end street
Where my band would play
and the cops would fucking rage.
So I swore to all my friends
we'd make it out.
Well I know we are were careless.
Yeah I know we were young.
So we packed up all our shit.
And we were gone.

We'll cross over fifty lines
For them to see us and the songs we write.
But it starts here
IN OUR GARAGE!

And if you asked I would say,
I'd do it again.
There's nothing more than a trip
round the world with your best friends.
We can't ever forget them.
Whoa.

Fuck what the kids will say.
They have no idea.
What this means to me.
I've given everything.
So in the end there's only me to lose.
But let's pretend you'll be there to pull me through.
Soldier on and remember that we fight
the fights we believe in.
So fight till they see this through.

Quit holding onto ghosts.
Cause you'll just let me go.
Let me go.

And if you asked I would say,
I'd do it again.
There's nothing more than a trip
round the world with your best friends.
We can't ever forget them.
Whoa.
And when the world's fast asleep
I part at the seams.
I'll just pretend that you're right here with me.
You can never forget this.

(Can you hear my cries?
A thousand voices screaming songs we used to write.)