
Date of issue: 09.09.2018
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Reinventing Axl Rose |
We want a band that plays loud and hard every night |
That doesn’t care how many people are counted at the door |
That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more than a plate of |
food and a place to rest |
They’d strike chords that cut like a knife |
It would mean so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub |
They’d stop at nothing short of a massacre |
Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world |
And this was where they always belonged |
(whoa, whoa…) |
We would dance like no one was watching |
With one fist in the air |
Our arena just basements and bookstores across an underground America |
With this fire we could light |
Just gimme a scene where the music is free |
And the beer is not the life of the party |
There’s no need to shit talk or impress |
'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon |
And every promise that’s made and bragged |
Is meant if not kept |
We’d do it all because we have to, not because we know why |
Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back |
(whoa, whoa…) |
Let’s make everybody sing |
That they are the beginning and ending of everything |
That we all are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Stop! | 2007 |
Thrash Unreal | 2007 |
I Was a Teenage Anarchist | 2011 |
Ache With Me | 2011 |
Borne on the FM Waves of the Heart | 2007 |
White People for Peace | 2007 |
Pints of Guinness Make You Strong | 2018 |
Baby, I'm an Anarchist! | 2018 |
Transgender Dysphoria Blues | 2013 |
Spanish Moss | 2011 |
White Crosses | 2011 |
Piss and Vinegar | 2007 |
New Wave | 2007 |
Because of the Shame | 2011 |
Animal | 2007 |
Up the Cuts | 2007 |
Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious... | 2018 |
People Who Died | 2018 |
Suffocation | 2011 |
Holy Shit! | 2005 |