Backyard Slaps

Well I was barely five foot six
One hundred and twenty pounds
My first punk rock festival
I lost my friends in the crowd
The smell of searing pavement and sour beer was on the breeze
The hot Montréal summer pushing 35 degrees

First band kills it
Crowd goes ape shit

Dehydration sets in, tunnel vision
Don't black out
Agro kids throw elbows when they slam dance gotta
Stand your ground

Don't just stand around

Walking on red plastic cups
Move toward the rising dust
Never fear, when you go down
They'll pick you up off of the ground

I'd jump into the chaos though it's not the safest bet
And wind up at the stage half soaked in other people's sweat

Dehydration sets in, tunnel vision
Don't black out
Agro kids throw elbows when they slam dance gotta
Stand your ground

Stand your ground

You've gotta stand your ground
Stand your ground
You can't just stand around

It's all going down

People crashing on my head like waves
I was sure that I would be crushed
Under the immense weight
Of this mass of humanity

Stand your ground

You've gotta stand your ground
Stand your ground
You just can't stand around