Slow summer so Rick Johnson booked a shownAt the Ice Pick, fucked up punk rock club.nUsed to go there way, way back in the day.nI walked in, seemed like nothing had changed.nnYou can't go back, you can't go back.nIf you could, would you want to anyway?nYou can't go back, you can't go back.nIf you could, would you want to anyway?nnWe took the stage and the beer cans flew bynThen I saw him lurking out the corner of my eye.nFucking bonehead with a spray paint cannDrew a swastika on the wall to our back.nnI grabbed a hammer,nI smashed the fucking wall.nThere's a hole now.