Here we go once again,
riding in our s***** van,
broken down in another town.
Burning up, freezing cold
f*** this s*** it's time to go
only 18 hours to the show.
Stand up!
Fist up!
Sing loud!
The crowd...
It's our dance of days.
Giving all that we can give,
wishing we could do this more.
A short few times a year,
facing our parents fears,
Throwing all caution in the wind.
c**e bongs
and, of course, sing-a-longs!
Josh Smith
doesn't know half of these songs,
half of these songs.
These days are memories!
These days are memories!
These days are our memories!
These days are memories!
These days are memories!
These days are our memories!
These days are memories!
These days are memories!
These days are our memories!
These days are memories!
These days are memories!
These days are our memories!
riding in our s***** van,
broken down in another town.
Burning up, freezing cold
f*** this s*** it's time to go
only 18 hours to the show.
Stand up!
Fist up!
Sing loud!
The crowd...
It's our dance of days.
Giving all that we can give,
wishing we could do this more.
A short few times a year,
facing our parents fears,
Throwing all caution in the wind.
c**e bongs
and, of course, sing-a-longs!
Josh Smith
doesn't know half of these songs,
half of these songs.
These days are memories!
These days are memories!
These days are our memories!
These days are memories!
These days are memories!
These days are our memories!
These days are memories!
These days are memories!
These days are our memories!
These days are memories!
These days are memories!
These days are our memories!