The Aftermath

Punk-Rock exploded
Passion has eroded
Victim of hut syndrome
This week did you leave home?
When did you last leave home?
Last leave home?

Venues are empty
A fond memory
Just like the unity
We pretend we're having

Venues are empty
A fond memory
Just like the unity
We pretend we're having

Maybe punk-rockers are too old
Their feet got cold
They rather stay home watching the fucking TV
I hate this trend
(We hate it!)
Believe me

Venues are empty
A fond memory
Just like the unity
We pretend we're having

Venues are empty
A fond memory
Just like the unity
We pretend we're having

Let's make a change then
Fill those bars, festivals and squats again
I wanna hear you sing this song
Show me your face
In a sweaty crowded place
Cause that's where we belong
Where we belong

Where we belong



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