Mustard Plug You Can't Go Back
Slow summer so Rick Johnson booked a show
At the Ice Pick, f..cked up punk rock club
Used to go there way way back in the day
I walked in, seemed like nothing had changed
You can't go back, you can't go back
If you could would you want to anyway
We took the stage and the beer cans flew by
Then I saw him lurking out the corner of my eye
f..cking bonehead with a spray paint can
Drew a swastika on the wall to our back
I grabbed a hammer
I smashed the f..cking wall
There's a hole now
