Hey! This is a song for aguy who helped me start the band Hey! We wrote a record from a riff he wrote with his hands I might laugh if I didn't know his past because I know he wasn't trying to be funny When he said to you this sound is through, let;s start making money What of the summer, yeah it can be a bummer if you're not supposed to be there In the punk machine you become the kinks, we've been there & we've been scared Fill up the tank, get out make the kids skank Your shows were packed, don't say that NOBODY CAME Just bring the rock & wait for the kids to roll If there's only a few, it's all the same When we were younger nothing seemed to matter We faced fears walked on stage to laughter Now you're older & you're smoking cigarettes Only talk about the past, no concern for what's next He's saying he's depressed / Cause he never got that check You do nothing there's not much for you to expect You wanna have this band? You've gotta be a man You've gotta take a stand and build it with your own hands He says he owes nothing to anyone Remember that he's not from where we're from You don't need him up on stage putting on the game show charade