Feeling like a bag of bones Shriveled up and cold Nineteen years old And draining out all of my insides On the floor every night Is supposed to make
So many times, I've been asked why Why do you bother, why even try But I have to believe, we have to believe It can be better than all we see For you
You don't want the label anymore, so you do your best to try to prove us wrong. All you're doing is proving that we were right about you all along [x
What the fuck is the matter with you? No need to fuck with my home town crew You're a big man, you're really tough I've had it up to here, enough is
You thought it was dead but now it's back. It's time to get the scene.Back on track. The fun has been gone for much too long. It's 97 and it's coming
You want to spread rumors. You want to talk some shit. Well that's fine, just tell me what's your frame of mind? You want to turn this into something
Back in 82 when the Cowboys were strong I'd play flag football all day long Until 83 when dad said it was time, We played tackle together And crossed
There was a time when we stood side by side Our views were the same Why would that change? All the laughs we shared I remember so well Nothing could
THE CREW! Our team was committed, and you pledged to lead us through. Day by day, the message spread - Our numbers fucking grew. The plays were written, executed perfectly. Yards
Your false convictions and your opinions. What are they today? Going back and forth, trying to speak your mind but you don't even have one of your own
You say it's all been said before. Well that just fucking shows that you still have no idea of what this means to us. You lost sight of something that
During practice you were always ready Ran the plays so strong and steady We pledged that we would tear them apart But when it counted you lost your heart
I want no part of your politics and bullshit. It has no place! We just want to play and have some fun, but that's not good enough for you. You think
re all friends if you're not high, And no one will go home with a black eye In the pit we're all the same Because hardcore's just a big football game Ten Yard Fight
I know I won't be alone in the end But there won't be as many As I once thought there would And it's so fucking sad man Because I know we all should
older but not growing old. It's my life and I can't be told to do what they say is right I won't surrender with out a fight I'm not sure where I'm going
We looked you in the eye. And expressed our views. So next time you cross us You've got no excuse. You know how we feel. You know we're for real. Our
