Punk’s not dead,
But there’s a lot of dead punks,
What happened
Alas that hunk of burnin' love
I knew him well
So full
I’ve got a paycheck in my front pocket,
A speeding ticket
The best days,
Start out as the worst days, it’s true,
Like
Headin’ out west in my 5.0,
Thinkin’ I still love who
Hello buddy,
Look at the hell that they put us through,
She
I’ll be your man,
If you’ll only take me,
I do all
Sarah, we need to say the words,
‘Cause if we can’t,
It’s
Vincent and Theo,
Souped up my Geo,
Now it’s burning oils,
All the
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