The day we started the band And the first gig we ever had In the days when we were punks The day I cropped my hair And I did my first tattoo When I understood the meaning of pride We all got stories from the past We all got memories to share We all got tales from our hearts The day we're growing old We might be at the pub And we all look back in time For all the good old days We raise our gla**es high We all got stories from the past