Punk Rock Songs

While you're out there living your life I've been spending most of mine Tryna be a part of yours Three minutes at a time I've been laying tracks down Tryna find my way To be the background sound To your glory days And the best it ever gets Is you come and see us for a night But that show it always ends Yeah, they're gonna kill those lights! And you'll get back to living And I'll get back on that bus We either keep driving 'cause we're driven Or we're just too dumb to give up So here we go! Back down this lonely road Leave a little piece of my soul Right there in that microphone Well, they ain't never made me a dime But they helped me find where I belong! I swear the greatest nights of my life Were spent singing these punk rock songs (We've done it again, boys!) I met a kid in London, who said she got the rocket on her sleeve To remind her of when she's lost and left with nothing She's always got her second family! 'Cause it's more than just a place that we go More than just some banners and bands It's the greatest people I'll ever know It's what made me who I am So here we go! Back down this lonely road Leave a little piece of my soul Right there in that microphone Well, they ain't never made me a dime But they helped me find where I belong! I swear the greatest nights of my life Were spent singing these punk rock songs Singing that whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa!) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh! All the roadside calls and "I missed you's" Every, "I'm coming home soon" Scribbled set lists in flooded green rooms And other years spent paying dues Hawking T-shirts on broken tables Lugging that gear through the rain Blasting old guitars through busted cables To think we only have ourselves to blame For every empty gas tank and wallet Pushing that van another mile All the, "So close I can taste its!" Yeah, they still make me smile 'Cause I'm proud of where we come from And every lesson learned since If I could redo all we've done I wouldn't change a single thing! So here we go! Back down this lonely road Leave a little piece of my soul Right there in that microphone Well, they ain't never made me a dime But they helped me find where I belong! I swear the greatest nights of my life Were spent singing these punk rock songs We be singing that whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh! We were singing that whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Yeah, I found where I belong I'm singing these punk rock songs