| Looking back, our time it flew
|
| Back then, we had no clue, no
|
| Drinking Morgan’s on the tour van roof
|
| Singing songs into the night
|
| Crammed into a little Matiz
|
| Petrol funds and you’d made it big, yea
|
| Crossing borders with a pocket’a fizz
|
| We were young we had the right
|
| I know, I know
|
| It’s all about getting to play the show
|
| It’s all about going places unknown
|
| It’s all about the parties that last all night
|
| I know
|
| This was us in another life
|
| Rat infested practice place
|
| Behind on rent, electrics unsafe, yea
|
| No water, no gas, a state
|
| In a dive just off Leeds Road
|
| Battery farm just next door
|
| Filthy stench seeping through our pores, yea
|
| No security on the doors
|
| But this place we had our own
|
| Grown up there’s a price to pay
|
| Lee’s liver just ain’t the same
|
| But I’m sure he’d do it all again
|
| Chris paying debts until the end
|
| I’m hanging on by a thread
|
| I need to put this band to bed
|
| But I get the urge, hard to ignore
|
| But I gotta just close the door |