Looking back now 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 can`t wait until two thousand ten
So we can relearn these songs and play them again and again!
I long for the days after we`ve had our fun
When we will look back on what we have done
We`ll remember the dreams and all that it meant
But all the memories in the world, they can`t pay the rent
Two thousand one: we`ll call it quits the band will be done
Two thousand two: we`ll sell our discography to you
Two thousand three: we`ll sit back and we`ll count our money
Two thousand four: two words “Reunion tour”!