Here we go once again riding in our [bad word] van
Broken down in another town. Burning up, freezing cold. [bad word] this [bad word]  it's time to go only 18 hours to the show
Stand up, fist up, sing loud, the crowd.
It's our dance of days giving all - that we can give
Wishing we - could do this more a short few times a year facing our parents fears
Throwing all caution in the wind
Coke bongs & of course sing a longs
Josh Smith hasn't hear ½ of these songs these days are memories
These days are our memories.