A Month Of Sundays

Two o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
 Hop on the 7 train, we know just what to do
 Switch at Jackson Heights for the F downtown
 When we hit the Bowery, we're ready to explode
 Time - never seemed to cross our minds
 Never thought that this would end
 Change - after all was said and done
 We would never be the same
 Rain or shine, didn't mean a thing
 Came for the friendly faces and to blow off steam
 Big Charlie, Tommy Rat, Brendan's on the door
 Hanging with Johnny Stiff, watching Murphy's Law
 Time - like a thief in the night
 Blink your eyes and it's gone
 Change - after all was said and done
 We would never change a thing
 When life got rough
 We couldn't get enough
 It's where we grew up
 Down at the matinee
 We made friends for life
 Yeah, there were fights
 But we turned out alright
 Down at the matinee
 Now CB's is closed, the building has been sold
 They took away the heart but couldn't kill the soul
 NEW YORK HARDCORE - lives inside of me
 NEW YORK HARDCORE - the flag so proudly raised
 WORLDWIDE HARDCORE - that's our family
 I'M SO THANKFUL - for those times at the matinee