Hey! This is a song for aguy who helped me start the bandnHey! We wrote a record from a riff he wrote with his handsnnI might laugh if I didn't know his past because I know he wasn't trying to be funnynWhen he said to you this sound is through, let;s start making moneynWhat of the summer, yeah it can be a bummer if you're not supposed to be therenIn the punk machine you become the kinks, we've been there & we've been scarednnFill up the tank, get out make the kids skanknYour shows were packed, don't say that NOBODY CAMEnJust bring the rock & wait for the kids to rollnIf there's only a few, it's all the samennWhen we were younger nothing seemed to matternWe faced fears walked on stage to laughternNow you're older & you're smoking cigarettesnOnly talk about the past, no concern for what's nextnHe's saying he's depressed / Cause he never got that checknYou do nothing there's not much for you to expectnYou wanna have this band? You've gotta be a mannYou've gotta take a stand and build it with your own handsnnHe says he owes nothing to anyone nRemember that he's not from where we're fromnYou don't need him up on stage putting on the game show charade