Good Clean Fun

Looking back on the summer of 88
When Hardcore was young and the shows were great
The sky was the limit, the world was our stage
The future so bright we had to wear shades
I cant wait till two thousand ten
So we can relearn these songs and play them again and again
I long for the days after weve had our fun
When we will look back on what weve done
Well remember the dreams and all that it meant
But all the memories in the world they cant pay the rent
Two thousand one: We call its quits the band will be done
Two thousand two: We sell our discography to you
Two thousand three: Well sit back and count our money
Two thousand four: Two words "Reunion tour"
[ I Cant Wait Lyrics ]