You should have seem 'em just after midnight

When they were down on their luck and still high from a street fight



Told it like it wasn't really much of a big thing

To be out on the tiles and barely breathing, we were barely breathing

Showing up at shows like you care about the scene still

But where were you when the blood spilled and they almost killed me?



It got pretty sketchy

We tried to push forward

Now we're pointing at the scoreboard and it feels so amazing

And the crowd's going crazy



Summer '88 was all heat and intensity, saw The Youth Of Today at 7th street Entry

There were skins in the pit and some of them tried to kill me

Same club next summer and now they're called Shelter, and after the show I spoke with the singer

And he tried to hand me a pamphlet about Hare Krishna



I said you gotta be kidding

Who the hell is the blue guy?

But then he said something special

Using only his eyes, using only his eyes



The kids are all distracted

No one wins at violent shows

The kids are a distraction

No one wins at violent shows



The kids are all distracted

No one wins at violent shows

The kids are a distraction

No one wins at violent shows



The kids are all distracted

No one wins at violent shows

The kids are a distraction

No one wins at violent shows