The Last Gasp of Street Rock 'N' Roll

Here we go This is the last gasp of street rock n' roll So let's go There comes a day when you wake up to find You've got more dead friends than live ones That day came for me twenty years ago There's so few of us left But tonight, we are feeling alright Alright Here's a song about the faces long gone And a place to call our own So raise your glass and your blood stained wrists And sing this little hymn To all the time we had back then No fear (No fear) Good friends And brothers 'til the fucking end That's what we said so long ago And I just can't forgot I know that fear is the heart of love So we tried to kill all the love in our hearts But tonight, we're feeling alright So raise your voices to the sky Whatever happened to that hardcore music we all know and love? And bled for Don't try to tell me that the times have changed 'Cuz the people like us are still living the same old hell Whatever happened to the core we loved and a place to call our own? This thing of ours Don't try to to me that the times have changed 'Cuz I've stood beside too many graves Too many graves The graves of my dead friends Too many dead fucking friends But tonight, it's a hell of a night to be breathing Alright Tonight is our night So let's go Here's a song about the best of times and the worst of times But we made our own way My friend In the blink of an eye, it all passed us by But those faces long gone still cry out No fear Good friends And brothers 'til the fucking end That's we said so long ago And I just can't forgot I know that fear is the heart of love So we tried to kill all the love in our hearts But tonight, we're feeling alright So raise your voices to the sky Front to back, side to side, raise your voices to the sky Whatever happened to that hardcore music we all know and love? We all know and love Don't try to tell me that the times have changed 'Cuz the people like us are still living the same old hell Whatever to the core we loved and a place to call our own? Place to call our own Don't try to to me that the times have changed 'Cuz I've stood beside too many graves Too many graves Too many fucking graves The graves of my dead friends Alright Let's fucking go! Oh, by the way, Ramallah's fucking back (Up through the sky) All you bad death metal bands masquerading as hardcore can get fucked (Raise your voices high) In the blink of an eye, it's all passed you by But tonight we sing this hymn for all the times we had back then Alright, here we go So raise your voices to the sky Whatever happened to that hardcore music we all know and love? We all know and love Whatever happened to that hardcore music we all know and love? We all know and love Whatever happened to that hardcore music we all know and love? Whatever happened to that hardcore music we all know and loved? It's right fucking here Here's a little anthem for you