Sunday Hardcore Matinee

Fifteen kids in a pickup truck your Chucks, a case of beer Pack of Luckys, jeans rolled up your one way out of here Heard them on a compilation we traded in the mail Been waiting such a long time tonight we cannot fail On the way to a matinee a Sunday hardcore show They played it loud, they played it fast most folks don't want to know Dancing hard, skank and slam the action never ends Stagedive, kick, jump and flip pig pile on all your friends We had each other Things are different today We've still got each other and the glory never fades away The glory never fades away If you didn't get the flier then you weren't in the know GBH, Agnostic Front see you at the show Time to hit mom's pocket book four bucks you're in the door Minor Threat, the Bad Brains who could ask for more? The last band has played the show is done the kids have all gone home Your ears ring, your body aches you're once again alone Beaten, bruised and bloodied never made us turn away Next weekend they'll be more great bands at the Sunday matinee We had each other Things are different today We've still got each other and the glory never fades away The glory never fades away And the glory never fades away The glory never fades away We had each other Things are different today We've still got each other and the glory never fades away We had each other Things are different today We've still got each other and the glory never fades away The glory never fades away Stagedive, kick, jump and flip pig pile on all your friends