Pictures are worth 900 wordsnWords are worth even more I’ve heardnBut nothing’s worth more than the Tim facennWho needs a car or a cell phonenThe city bus will always get you homenWho really wants to drive in L.A. anywaynnWe’ve all been spoiled by Rancid,nNever taken Op Ivy for grantednWe’ve all been Transplanted toonnI don’t even know where I would benIf your tunes weren’t a part of menNow this my gift to younFor all you’ve inspired me to donnThis is a punk rock birthday songnMusic gives us a place where we belongnLife’s a chorus that we should sing alongnHappy birthday Tim ArmstrongnnYou don’t even know the hope you give kidsnAll the punks, all the skins, and misfitsnFrom Granada, Minnesota to the alleys of LAnnYou need to hear the good you’ve donenI’m sure you hear it from everyonenNow this my chance for you to hear it from mennYou gave John and I a homenNow we’ll never be alonenThis is a story that I can tellnThanks to Nicole and Tinkerbellnn
T.A.B.S
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