In 94, i knocked at the door
I thought the good times couldn't stop
Those times are gone
So we wrote this song
I really hope it doesn't suck
Just when it seems we're picking up
Something would put me in a rut
You went on a new adventure
Got tired of living paper thin
I somehow drank ten years away
And lost some friends along the way
We'd hang out every single day
But now those good times went away
I can't tell you what i'm thinking
It just always comes out wrong
Karate chops, it never stops
You know i love to see some rock and roll
A couple beers, a couple shots
The music starts, it's time to lose control
There's one thing i'd like to say to you
And then i think it's time to go
I'd really like to thank you all for coming out and staying at the show