You should have seen them just after midnight
When they were down on their luck and
Still high from the street fight
Talking like it wasn't really much of a big thing
To be out on the tiles 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

Summer 88 was all heat and intensity
I saw the Youth of Today at the 7th Street Entry
There were skins in the pit
And some of them tried to kill me

Same club next summer
Now they're called Shelter
After the show I spoke with the singer
And he tried to hand me a packet about Hare Krishna

I said you've got to be kidding
Who the hell is the blue guy?
But then he said something special 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