I remember when we first met We wore black leather jackets smoking cigarettes, We played our records; minor threat, 7 seconds, We moshed in the school yards, acting like retards.
We run in the streets, by the shows where we'd meet See you on Sunday, at the matinee We don't care which way we go We just wanna see the show
Scaring people on the sidewalk in front of the club The kids will have their say at the matinee
Girlfriends hinge on skinhead fringes Teenage kicks and drinking binges Any trouble getting in fake I.d.'s try again a kick drum stow away Maybe the only way we don't care which way we go We just wanna see the show
Scaring people on the sidewalk in front of the club The kids will have their say at the matinee
I'll move through the crowd until I'm in the front These are my people and this is where I want to be I'll move through the crowd until I'm in the front I found my friends and this is where I want to be singing along
At the matinee at the matinee every Sunday At the matinee at the matinee at the matinee I'll see you on Sunday Scaring people on the sidewalk in front of the club See the people on the sidewalk in front of the club