The Aftermath

Punk-Rock exploded Passion has eroded Victim of hut syndrome This week did you leave home? When did you last leave home? Last leave home? Venues are empty A fond memory Just like the unity We pretend we're having Venues are empty A fond memory Just like the unity We pretend we're having Maybe punk-rockers are too old Their feet got cold They rather stay home watching the fucking TV I hate this trend (We hate it!) Believe me Venues are empty A fond memory Just like the unity We pretend we're having Venues are empty A fond memory Just like the unity We pretend we're having Let's make a change then Fill those bars, festivals and squats again I wanna hear you sing this song Show me your face In a sweaty crowded place Cause that's where we belong Where we belong Where we belong