Each marking, crack and beerstaind
 have a story of it’s own.
The trails of late night punk rock gigs
 are still there to be shown.
The tales of yesterday
  for stories still untold.
Bring it, cause I’m ready for
 whatever future holds! [bad word] Roadworn orange amplifiers
Give the crowd what they desire
Adrenaline’s pumping through the veins
Drown the screams in the cranked up gain. X2
There’s good times and there’s bad times
 and even times when you fall.
Each blow hits harder till there’s no way
To get up all.
But the love from friends and family
And fans over the world.
Gives strength to face the future
That once was a [bad word] blur. [bad word] Roadworn orange amplifiers
Give the crowd what they desire
Adrenaline’s pumping through the veins
Drown the screams in the cranked up gain [bad word] Roadworn orange amplifiers
Give the crowd what they desire
Adrenaline’s pumping through the veins
Drown the screams in the cranked up gain. X2
Nothing would be left
If it wasn’t for you.
Almost like a rebirth.
When dreams [bad word] [bad word]  [bad word] Roadworn orange amplifiers
Give the crowd what they desire
Adrenaline’s pumping through the veins
Drown the screams in the cranked up gain. X2