86 Golden Street

Grab your 40, grab your vest It's time for CT punk fest Traffic sucks but you don't care Have a shot when you get there Park the car, invite in the punks To share a brew in the trunk There's a place we all would meet On the corner of Golden street Underneath the bright marquee Punks all loved the El N Gee The screeching sounds of a guitar That's our cue to leave the car Greeted by a bearded man Who's been there since the scene began Friends all meet us at the bar It's unity on the dance floor There's a place we all would meet On the corner of Golden street Underneath the bright marquee Punks all loved the El N Gee Glasses raised we circle around In the chaos of the crowd Without care chanting along Not feeling like we don't belong We fall down spilling PBR Picked up again, back to the bar There's a place we all would meet On the corner of Golden street Underneath the bright marquee Punks all loved the El N Gee Night ends and bands finish up Drinking whats left in our cup Outside to Robs roadside truck Eating tots to not drive drunk Here's to not giving a f*ck This is the life of a CT chaos punk