Something Paul Revere

Hoods up kid, tag you're it
Sing alongs in basements
Word for word with five people
This is our community: everyone's fucked
Bands "selling out" or "do it yourself"
We're full of shit... but we all ride fixed

Drink up, throw up the summer fun
What good's a man that cannot run
We're birds without our fucking wings
And nothin' else means anything

Say shit to my face
Say shit you think I'll never hear
Say shit to my face
Say shit you think I'll never hear
Say shit to my face
Say shit you think I'll never hear
Say shit to my face
Say shit you think I'll never hear