Fad What The Hell Does 'rant' Mean
Hey! This is a song for aguy who helped me start the band
Hey! We wrote a record from a riff he wrote with his hands
I might laugh if I didn't know his past because I know he wasn't trying to be funny
When he said to you this sound is through, let;s start making money
What of the summer, yeah it can be a bummer if you're not supposed to be there
In the punk machine you become the kinks, we've been there & we've been scared
Fill up the tank, get out make the kids skank
Your shows were packed, don't say that NOBODY CAME
Just bring the rock & wait for the kids to roll
If there's only a few, it's all the same
When we were younger nothing seemed to matter
We faced fears walked on stage to laughter
Now you're older & you're smoking cigarettes
Only talk about the past, no concern for what's next
He's saying he's depressed / Cause he never got that check
You do nothing there's not much for you to expect
You wanna have this band? You've gotta be a man
You've gotta take a stand and build it with your own hands
He says he owes nothing to anyone
Remember that he's not from where we're from
You don't need him up on stage putting on the game show charade
