
Date of issue: 09.09.2018
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
We Laugh at Danger (And Break All the Rules) |
It was a birthday gift |
of a Mexican Telecaster |
And from this day on I will play along |
to all my young pioneers records |
And there will be a poetry spoken silently between me and the stereo |
I’ll work mornings |
and you can work through the night |
Mary, there is no hope for us If this GM van don’t make it across the state line |
we might as well lay down and die |
Because if Florida takes us we’re taking everyone down with us Where we’re coming from (yeah) |
will be the death us And I cannot help but hold on to a handful of times |
when what was spoken |
was a revolution in itself, |
and what we were doing |
was the only thing that mattered |
And how good it felt |
to kill the memory of nights spent |
holding your shirt for the smell |
I heard you used to cry |
when you made love to him |
but this band will play on Because all we can do is what we’ve always done. |
And on and on and on… |
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 |