Bart

Making come true our modest impossible dreams. Stuck in public school classrooms at age 15. Those hot long days just before the summer...knowing that were stuck here and theres something happening somewhere. Knowing we know we gotta get there. Its true what they say...death is more prefect than life...thats why we already died. What could have been? We dont wana know. Tonight we'll get our kicks. Tonight were letting go! 'Cause we're all Dead Ramones! Sore back! Sore Feet! A ragtag army and were sick in the heat. We're not pretty and we're not rich we're gonna have to fucking work for it. Its our life! We do what we choose! Black jeans. Black shirt. Black shoes. Mom and Dad still don't approve. Twenty eight shows. 28 days. Pulling up new rouges all along the way. I'm just another face in this desperate youth parade. And all the bunk beds, locked doors,hardwork, sweat, guts, skateboards, cold war bomb shelter screams, no sleep, good dreams. We're playing as hard as we can and a whole lotta time stuck in the van. Reading the graffiti on every bathroom wall in truck stop fast food hell. Save me from ordinary. Save me from myself. Another punk rock summer came and went now i just wana go back home and turn up my stereo until the rhythm melts my bones. 'Cause I'm a Dead Ramone. D.E.A.D.R.A.M.O.N.E.S Modern Life is War