Looking back now the summer of '88

When hardcore was young and the shows were great

The sky was the limit, the world was our stage

The future so bright we had to wear shades



I can't wait until two thousand ten

So we can relearn these songs and play them again and again!



I long for the days after we've had our fun

When we will look back on what we have done

We'll remember the dreams and all that it meant

But all the memories in the world, they can't pay the rent



Two thousand one: we'll call it quits the band will be done

Two thousand two: we'll sell our discography to you

Two thousand three: we'll sit back and we'll count our money

Two thousand four: two words “Reunion tour”!