Looking back on the summer of `88
When Hardcore was young and the shows were great
The sky was the limit, the world was our stage
The future so bright we had to wear shades
I can`t wait till two thousand ten
So we can relearn these songs and play them again and again
I long for the days after we`ve had our fun
When we will look back on what we`ve done
We`ll remember the dreams and all that it meant
But all the memories in the world they can`t pay the rent
Two thousand one: We call it`s quits the band will be done
Two thousand two: We sell our discography to you
Two thousand three: We`ll sit back and count our money
Two thouand four: Two words "Reunion tour"