| Welcome to the riot, it’s saturday night
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| I’m workin' on red eyes but I’m feeling alright
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| Ain’t it like a living end, and burning like a flame
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| I take it to the limit before the glory fades
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| You say our music’s brainless-boring punk rock
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| A psychedelic nightmare, but when they gonna stop
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| Andrew’s on Daniel’s, Toody’s on Bliss
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| It’s all I ever wanted, the best it ever gets
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| My head’s a little scattered 'cause I’m working on the dead line
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| There’s a panic going backstage, something just broke
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| Edwin’s got a flashlight, looking through the smoke
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| Monitors squeeling and I just broke a string
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| And Andrew’s got beer sprayed all over everything
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| Someone tripped the power, the lights are going dim
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| People hanging outside trying to get in
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| Toody’s yelling something, I must be out of tune
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| That’s the least of my problems, can’t hear nothing in this room
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| My head’s a little scattered 'cause I’m working on the dead line
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| Yeah, my life’s a broken wire but I’m getting my kicks
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| Another night of chaos with Edwin on the mix
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| Time to load equipment, where the hell did Andrew go?
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| Weeden’s got the t-shirts, and records on the floor
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| Hans and Ruud are talking, man, I need a cigarette
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| They say we’re playing Vera, if we don’t get in a wreck
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| Toody holds the lighter, when someone has to ask
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| «So why’s the candle burning ?» |
| «Cause nothing ever lasts» |