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You should have seen 'em just after midnight
Well, they were down on their luck and still high from the street fight
Talking like it wasn't very much of a big thing
To be out of this house and barely breathing
We were barely breathing
Showing up at shows like you care about the scene still,
Where were you when the blood spilled?
They almost killed me.
It got pretty sketchy.
We tried to push forward;
Now we're pointing at the scoreboard,
And it feels so amazing,
And the crowd's going crazy,
The summer of '88 was all heat and intensity,
Saw the Youth of Today
At the Seventh St. Entry.
There were skins in the pit,
Some of them tried to kill me.
Same club next summer
And now they're called Shelter
And then after the show
I spoke with the singer
And he tried to hand me a pamphlet about Hare Krishna
I said "You've gotta be kidding.
Who the hell is the blue guy?"
Then he said something special.
Using only his eyes.
Using only his eyes.
The kids are all distracted.
No one wins at violent shows.
The kids are a distraction.
No one wins at violent shows.
The kids are all distracted.
No one wins at violent shows.
The kids are a distraction.
No one wins at violent shows.
The kids are all distracted.
No one wins at violent shows.
The kids are a distraction.
No one wins at violent shows.
The kids are a distraction.