here we go once again

riding in our shitty van

broken down in another town

burning up freezing cold

fuck this shit its time to go

only 18 hours to the show

stand up

fist up

sing loud

the crowd

its 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

and of course sing-a-longs

josh smith hasn't heard 1/2 of these songs

these days are memories

these days are our memories