here we go once again   riding in our shitty van   broken down in another town   burning up freezing cold   fuck this shit its time to go   only 18 hours to the show   stand up   fist up   sing loud   the crowd   its 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   coke bongs   and of course sing-a-longs   josh smith hasn't heard 1/2 of these songs   these days are memories   these days are our memories