A punk rock dream
Got Maximum Rocknroll at 14 and SLAP! magazine in the mail
Got peppered by hail — no skating today
Exit Oslo
I worked the stage stage
Somebody threw an apple apple at me
I got stabbed in Germany with a safety pin
I shit my pants drinking lots of gin
She ripped up my shirt as if she played the violin
Set up another tour, slept among whores
Got bit by a scum punk dog, the maddest eyes
I need stitches and shots — where’s the hospital, fuck, hurry up!
I’m still 15, still this tour is killing me, still I believe, still torn
On stage I sing and smash beer glasses in my forehead
Jumped out the backstage window still bleeding
Where’s the hospital this time? I still need it Stitches — that’s what this punk rock life is all about
We did a fanzine
Got a rash from dirty mics
RIP Pete
We made our mark on the scene
Coming up together
Sportswear and leather
Diet Coke was “DC”
Don’t you die on me
Don’t you fucking die!
All the hurting and all the burning bridges
Ask me about the years gone by
If I care? I’ll tell you why
No more hurting
No more burning bridges inside
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I stand on stage
Her new Vans getting dirtier by the second
She said mosh pits are better than fucking
Fuck all religion, divinity is a pigeon
I hear church bells, police bells, church sirens, church alarms, firearms
This tour was was like a slalom, it went downhill I was too naive regarding our free will
That was a bummer, she was a stunner
We fucked throughout the summer
In October we got dressed
And though we live in the same city, maybe we’ll never ever meet again
Is it true that most people die within a radius of 10 miles from where they were born?
Stitches on a deathbed, scars in a toolshed
Mix the cola up with red wine on the water bed
The hissing of batteries in your hand
The Hissing Of Summer Lawns
The hissing of sand
The hissing of a melting clock in your head
Play dead — it stops the hurting
All the hurting and all the burning bridges
Ask me about the years gone by
If I care? I’ll tell you why
No more hurting
No more burning bridges inside
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No more suicides
No more heroin
No more cigarettes
No more small talk without a raspberry beret on set