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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 From Letras Mania