Punk Rock in Basements

It's been a long, long time since we used to play

Punk rock in basements, punk rock in basements

That's where we made it

That's where we used to bear our heart and soul-oh-oh

Could never hear the microphone

But we knew every single word

It's been a long, long time since we used to play

Punk rock in basements, punk rock in basements

That's where we made it

That's where we used to bear our heart and soul-oh-oh

Could never hear the microphone

But we knew every single word

Way, way loud

See the past appearing

Don't it make you wonder if you're coming or you're leaving?

Way, way loud

See the past repeating

Don't it make you wonder if you're following or leading?

Yeah, we were loud in the crowd, we were freaking out

It was the sound of revolution that translated into action

I can still taste the sweat

I, I, I have been carried by the motion

I, I, I have been deafened by the volume

The music gave us freedom

It was a reason to believe in

Way, way loud

See the past appearing

Don't it make you wonder if you're coming or you're leaving?

Way, way loud

See the past repeating

Don't it make you wonder if you're following or leading?

And the band goes

Whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, oh, oh

It's been a long, long time since we used to play

It's been a long, long time since we used to play

It's been a long, long time since we used to—

Play

Oh

Punk is dead!