Those Punks Are Dancing In The Boneyard

Foundations bombarded. Voices are disregarded.
They don’t know what we stand for. The world within a spinning record.
My mother, she tells me, this aint the way she raised me.
I shrug my shoulders, don’t let it phase me,
Cause I refuse to give up the sound that saved me.

Incarcerated, in this void we’re waiting. Anchored by shattered hopes for this discord we’re creating.
But let the cowards keep grinning. Who do you think you’re kidding?
Slurring your drunken words while your head is spinning.
Purpose discarded, weighed down and heavy hearted.
Rendered by the broken dreams burning in this fire we started.
They got the best of you and me and our fucking amnesty.

And there will be no mercy. You’re already dead, so keep digging.
Lie in the arbor, life’s getting harder. We’re coming back now silent alarmer.
Peace be with you, and also with you. No scaffolds, no shackles, no Hydes, Dr. Jeckylls.

Although our souls are torn we’ll open up the door.
Justified by the reasons found in the things we bleed for.
This is how we’re feeling, these are the ships we’re sailing,
Sustained by steady winds, keeping this guitar wailing.
Corrupt authority, the fooled majority.
We shall not reconcile with this conformity.
We know strength lives and breathes in solidarity.

So in the end it’s not so concerning, we got this fire and we’ll keep it burning.
Songs of disorder, across the borders.
Words shot like bullets, hitting like mortars.
The points that you missed, raised her in our fists.

And the punks are going out tonight, in the morning they’ll be so worn out.
They can’t stomach these words, if we’re not seen we’ll be heard.
They can’t drug us with the needle, we are the people.

We die for what we spend our whole lives chasing after.

This is a dance of days, it burns in all of us till we take it to our graves.
I’ll laugh while there gawking, cause they’ll see a dead man walking.