Left the big city think it was yesterday Got in
some trouble there but thats the price you pay for
living underground just stay put and believe in
the good times you can have right down the street
You go to the show cause you know that your
friends are there watching your face for any trace
or hint of fear parking lot packed to the max the
people in the back are smoking phat sacks of big
buds and getting whack Stomp your steel tip boots
some more Not enough movement on the dance floor
The crowd leaves they go home for the night no
money in their pockets still sore from the bloody
fight The guitars and the amplifiers are ringing
in their ears the set the sound the fucking knobs
the floor soaked with blood and beer, bottles and
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near the jukebox in the back skinheads in the
alley are all looking for a fight the punks in the
front are getting drunk and about to start a riot
Stomp your steel tip boots some more not enough
movement on the dance floor I just came here for
some fun Now it looks like I'm the only one Next
thing you know you wake up the next day find you
lying on your back different home different state
removed from the destruction that you once knew as
home removed from the destruction rude boy you're
not alone Stomp your steel tip boots some more not
enough movement on the dance floor I just came
here for some fun Now it looks like I'm the only
one