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)
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 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
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 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