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You should have seem 'em just after midnight When they were down on their luck and still high from a street fight Told it like it wasn't really much of a big thing To be out on the tiles and barely breathing, we were barely breathing Showing up at shows like you care about the scene still But where were you when the blood spilled and they almost killed me? It got pretty sketchy We tried to push forward Now we're pointing at the scoreboard and it feels so amazing And the crowd's going crazy Summer '88 was all heat and intensity, saw The Youth Of Today at 7th street Entry There were skins in the pit and some of them tried to kill me Same club next summer and now they're called Shelter, and after the show I spoke with the singer And he tried to hand me a pamphlet about Hare Krishna I said you gotta be kidding Who the hell is the blue guy? But then he said something special Using only his eyes, using only his eyes The kids are all distracted No one wins at violent shows The kids are a distraction Letras de cancionesNo one wins at violent shows The kids are all distracted No one wins at violent shows The kids are a distraction No one wins at violent shows The kids are all distracted No one wins at violent shows The kids are a distraction No one wins at violent shows From Letras Mania