Lyrics 1997 - Pistol Grip

1997

We were just kids, underachieved, runnin on contraband drive
Backyard gigs, AXP, drinking till the early sunrise
Beginning of an era, occupation concern
A boy makes a man’s tough choice
Paltry income, wood that won’t burn
Listen to the desperate voice
Now it’s 1997
I got no plans but the future’s coming fast
Oh, oh this is what I know
Five years gone, the pressure just mounts
A boulder that just won’t budge
Alternatives closed, better find that sound
What you got just ain’t enough
Sink or swim, sea of defeat, 10,000 miles of road
Unified plunge, drunken colleagues
Tears through a foreign pay phone
Now it’s 1997
I got no plans but the future’s coming fast
Oh, oh this is what I know
Better make plans or the future’s gonna pass
Oh, oh I just don’t know
We were just kids, indecisive not dumb
Adolescent state of mind
No one’s packing in, traveling bums, failure is far behind