Making come true our modest impossible dreams
Stuck in public school classrooms at age 15
Those long hot days just before the summer
Knowing that we're stuck here
And there's something happening somewhere
Knowing we know we gotta get there
It's true what they say
Death is more perfect than life
That's why we already died
What could have been?
We don't wanna know
Tonight we'll get our kicks
Tonight we're all letting go!
'Cause we're all Dead Ramones!
Sore back!
Sore feet!
A ragtag army and we're sick in the heat
We're not pretty and we're not rich
We're gonna hafta fucking work for it
It's our life!
We do what we choose!
Black Jeans
Black
Shirt

Black Shoes
Mom and Dad still don't approve
Twenty eight shows
28 days

Pulling up new rogues all along the way
I'm just another face in this desperate youth parade
And all the bunk beds locked doors, hardwood, sweat,
Guts, skateboards, cold war bomb shelter basement screams, no sleep, good dreams
We're playing hard as we can and a whole lotta time stuck in the van
Reading the graffiti on every bathroom wall in truck stop fast food hell
Save me from ordinary
Save me from myself
Another punk rock summer came and went
Now I just wanna go back home and turn up my stereo
Until the rhythm melts my bones 'cause I'm a Dead Ramone
DEADRAMONES