1973

Who would ever want to leaveWhat a shame to even goSoon the blinking on of fluorosWill have us on the streetEverybody's happy hereI've hardly seen a fightThe music's swimming in my earI love the pulsing lights oh yeahThe room is more than half way filledThe night's a big successThe bands have all been dressed to killThe third one was the bestAnd in the break we headed outTo drink three cans of beerThat Jeff had borrowed from his dadHe said he wouldn't careSo we rolled a racehorseAnd the stars began to fallBut we didn't even look backAnd the drums filed up the hallI even had the luck to talk to youWendy from 3E3She told me as she left the toiletsShe'd go around with meWe stood together at the frontHolding hands, holding handsI couldn't leave the axeman's fingersAs he played and played and playedNow the stony lights are hummingAnd we're filing out the doorI hope these kind of nights keep running'Cause I'll be coming back for more and moreIt was 1973 It was 1973 It was 1973