The Old Men and the Scene

My mind is anchored in time,

where we lived the stolen phrases that you scream

when did talk get's so cheap

And now I feel like Ernest I am the old man and the scene

every time I hear them talk my heart screams blaspheme

I give up everything just to sing right here

I give up everything just to sing right here

Hate it or love it well I don't care

just to sing right here

A waste of time is what I fear

just to sing right here

Progress

Anchors aweigh in the name of progress

Anchors aweigh in the name of progress

Strikes us dead our path is finished well whats now you lost your ways

One thing to talk about another thing to live it with our hearts full of faith

And now I feel like Ernest I am the old man and the scene

every time I hear them talk my heart screams blaspheme

I give up everything just to sing right here

I give up everything just to sing right here

Hate it or love it well I don't care

just to sing right here

A waste of time is what I fear

just to sing right here

If punk is dead who's gonna dance on its funeral

If punk is dead who's gonna dance on its funeral

see you at the funeral