Coke Bongs And Sing-a-longs

Here we go once again riding in our shitty vanBroken down in another town. Burning up, freezing cold.Fuck this shit, it's time to go only 18 hours to the showStand up, fist up, sing loud, the crowd.It's our dance of days giving all - that we can giveWishing we - could do this more a short few times a year facing our parents fearsThrowing all caution in the windCoke bongs & of course sing a longsJosh Smith hasn't hear � of these songs these days are memoriesThese days are our memories.