Sunday Hardcore Matinee Lyrics

Fifteen kids in a pickup truck
Your Chucks, a case of beer
Heard them on a compilation
We traded in the mail
Bee waiting such a long time
Tonight we cannot fall
On the way to a matinee
A Sunday hardcore show
They played it loud, they played it fast
Most folks don't want to know
Dancing hard, s**** and slam
The action never ends

We had each other
Things are different today
We've still got each other and the glory never fades away
The glory never fades away
If you didn't get the flyer
Then you weren't in the know
GBH, Agnostic Front
See you at the show
Time to hit mom's pocket book
Four bucks you're in the door
Minor Threat, the Bad Brains
Who could ask for more?
The last band has played the show is done
The kids have all gone
Your ears ring, your body aches
You're once again alone
Beaten, bruised and bloodied
Never made us turn away
Next weekend they'll be
More great bands at the Sunday matinee
We had each other
Things are different today
We've still got each other and the glory never fades away
The glory never fades away

Stagdive, kick, jump and flip
Pig pile on all your friends