Here we go once again riding in our shitty van Broken down in another town. Burning up, freezing cold. Fuck this shit, it's time to go only 18 hours to the show Stand up, fist up, sing loud, the crowd. It's our dance of days giving all - that we can give Wishing we - could do this more a short few times a year facing our parents fears Throwing all caution in the wind Coke bongs & of course sing a longs Josh Smith hasn't hear ½ of these songs these days are memories These days are our memories.