S.o.a. Gate Crashers
You wanna die before you get old
Your red hot temper has grown cold
You guard the scene you struggle to own
You think it's a restricted zone
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Been around so long don't know your name
Your head is swollen with all that fame
Your loving fans are growing few
With tunes so old they're sick of you
Your hair's too long and so's your set
It won't be too hard to forget
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