It was all a dream
I used to read Thrasher Magazine
Punk bands blowin up on the rock scene
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Gilman Street taking over for baseball
I let my tape rock til my tape popped
Smokin cigarettes warmin' up in the parking lot
Way back whe I got my leather jacket back-with the tat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke Da-ha Da-ha?
Ya never thought punk rock would make it this far
Cause now I'm in my own band with my own fans
Time to get paid, get us up on a bigger stage

And if you don't know, now you know
You know very well who you are
Don't let them hold you down, reach for the stars

I went from nothing but a stupid kid,
To starting a punk band with my friend Nick
Playin' shows, with mad ho's, tippy-toes,
puttin' pins up in all our clothes
and then I think back on those times
when everthing was alright
I think back on those times
When all I knew was punk life

Super Nintendo Sega Genesis
I remember when Punk was about bein' pissed
We're not fine, not kind, in this nation of hate crime
It's time to decide to be friends or to die