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Back in town for reunion of an old favorite bandWe found you down near campus, first week of examsYou said you met a lot of cool people and your classes were fineWe couldn't help but notice that somehow over timeYou traded integrity for shelter, grew out your hair to get the girlsSent your love to Ian, got back in step with the worldSo when graduation comes and you're behind on your class duesWhen you've broken edge and you regret all your tattoosYou'll cry "Youth is just a footnote, besides I swear I held my breath!"Cross your fingers in the corner, while you scream "Truth 'til death!"And you'll remember how those words hit in the hardest waysThe VFW, destruction, and the salad daysAnd the mosh pit jocks, who grew up and let themselves goSee, we could've been in New York in '88 but where would that put us now?40-something in a nowhere townAnd the lines on your face serve as signals to give inAnd Siv went bald, and Ray got religionBut when the last curtain falls and all the bonds have been severedIt's no difficult deciding whetherTo bury your fists in your former selfOr keep them raised to the stage foreverSo let's hear it for the boys' club, let's hear it for the scene that you grew up inLet's hear it for the breakdowns and the cycles that we get stuck inSo this one's for the traitors, this one is for the business majorsAnd the posi kids, who grew up and let themselves down Aus Songtexte Mania