The Song With The Golden Arm

hey save from food to run the label

and yeah mending shoes to repair the van

holidays or an amp that works

a family or on tour with friends

doing shit jobs for the music

quit your job to play a show

ideals we share and visions that we have

we live the dream, our actions spread the word

a privacy called sleeping bag

and a van that is called home

hungry but full of passion

punk is no career

a love for music a love for the notes

a passion maybe taken way too far

and if no one in this world can understand

be sure that we'll be there

embracing you with golden arms

one day you'll wake up

and your records sell like candy

and your shows are all sold out

the majors, they went broke

d.i.y. rules the world

music means passion

you know you deserve it

though you don't care if it comes true

life love no regret

we show the world that it is possible

to live outside the system, cooperate in mutual aid

to be free

fighting, breaking way for the change to come

living the life that we are denied

x'ed up hands and mohawks

starting to question answers

let the riot - start tonight - here we go