The 1 and 4 are coming near
It's time to get our stuff... and disappear
We plug it in and start to jam
Out come the binders and the plans
We played all the songs we had
And thought we didn't sound that bad
Maybe record a song or two
Shitty equipment, but we knew what to do
Back in '97 we were Dancing On Uranus
When i hear it now, it sounds pretty f*cking heinous
It was our sunday afternoon
Didn't have anything else to do
Disturbing the peace in the neighborhood
It was our sunday afternoon
We kept rocking out for years
But then the magic slowly disappears
One time we even played a show
We hit a crossroad, do we quit it or should we grow
When we moved out
Everthing slowly fell apart
But the memories last
They are buried in our hearts
Now slap that bass motherf*cker
Those were our sunday afternoons
It was an awesome thing to do
Disturbing the peace in the neigborhood
Those were our sunday afternoons
Yeah