We hit the streets with fast beats
No surrender and no retreat
Back then, "get in the van" was our battle cry, even though half the time we couldn't see eye to eye
A lot of heart, a little luck, and just a pinch of self-destruct
If I knew then what I know now, I'd do it all the same
The amp's shut down, vacuum tubes have grown cold
Am I getting soft?
Am I getting old?
Am I starting to rot?
Ready or notflip the switch, hit the bricks this is all I've got
Feet flat, broken back
How do we get ourselves back on track?
We try to do it right but everything goes wrong
Did you know that I'm still in love with that song?