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straight in Nineteen Seventy Five, was the year I came alive It was teenage chicks and kicks, through Nineteen Seventy Six Nineteen Seventy Seven, I almost made it to heaven Then by some twist of fate, I survived Nineteen Seventy Eight
Then it all went sideways. and the music lost its power But I was there for some of some of Punk Rock music's finest hours And I do miss the time when we were young, skinny men And I still hope to Jesus we'll see Punk Rock rise again
Then the Eighties came, and the music got so lame And the people lost their way, day by dope stoned day Now it's forty years and more, since my first record store For pennies my life got sold, and now I'm too bleeding old
But I still love themusic, that kick ass raucous power And I recall the memory, of some of Punk Rock's finest hours And I do miss the time when we were young, skinny men And I still hope to Jesus we'll see Punk Rock rise again
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Why, do, things have to change Why, do, things feel so strange Old, punks, are still young men, who hope that Punk, Rock, will rise, Again
Drink all night in the pub, pogoing in the club Stagger home in the dark, piss it all out in the park Safety pins and blades, pink and purple shades Attitude and swagger, you dirty litlte shagger!!
But I still love the music, that kick ass raucous power And I recall the memory, of some of Punk Rock's finest hours And I do miss the time when we were young, skinny men And I still hope to Jesus we'll see Punk Rock rise again
lyrics copyright Brian McIntyre 2020 all rights reserved
