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 29 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 29 No more suicides No more heroin No more cigarettes No more small talk without a raspberry beret on set
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