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Every basement was a speakeasy Where we'd stay up til it got hard to speak Then curl up on the cold concrete In a coma or asleep And you didn't wake up for work til you needed the money And you didn't need the money til you needed more smokes Or another case of shitty beer Or to cover the cover at the door of the next show Man, I miss having nothing to do and nowhere to go And the band practiced five nights a week And the songs were really coming together And we had just booked a show with some Jersey band Who were signed and sold their own merch And it was our first chance to play In front of more than just a couple of drunks for a change But the amps blew out in the middle of the first verse And we drove home in the van in total silence But even then it never felt like we were losing hope There would be more shows in more shitholes Where no one but other shitty bands would ever go But it was over for us and we were just the last to know SongtexteAnd at the start the summer It felt like the start of something big We were in it together We were ready for anything But by the end of the summer Some of us went chasing something Most of us were home by winter But a few of us kept running Aus Songtexte Mania