We tuned in our satellite radio and headed out for a long ride No more Mark Perento taking us home on the afternoon drive There once was a time they played music (remember that?) on the old radio When you woke up in the morning it was tuned to The Big Mattress Show And we all seemed to know one another (sometimes) We all shared that special bond Was the love of the underground music that made us feel like we belonged Poor poor Jimmy Why did you sell The Rat? Poor poor Jimmy Must be hard looking back So now when I go down to Kenmore there's no chance that I'll see Bud White All the jocks are still hanging out but with no punk rockers to fight (ahh fuck you) Now it's hard to find that old music and these new bands might put us to shame We never had to worry about our image because we always had a place to play Poor poor Jimmy Why did you sell The Rat? Poor poor Jimmy Must be hard looking back On all those years and all the fans And all the friends we thought we met In that old shit-hole (man did it stink) But it was our favorite place to drink And lose our minds And pick up chicks And be punk rockers (at least for the weekend) No one was real, we all were faking it! Poor poor Jimmy Why did you sell The Rat? Poor poor Jimmy Must be hard looking back Poor poor Jimmy Why did you sell The Rat? Poor poor Jimmy Why did you sell out like that?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
