If I had it, all again I would do it, all the same I could not hold, onto regrets I’d only have, myself to blame Gonna take, what I’m given Give my best, with what I’ve got Some will say, that it’s not much At least I gave, it a shot
One chance, One chance One shot, One shot That is, All we’ve got
You fight, You fight You try, You try Never gonna, Never gonna wonder why We’re here, We’re here No fear, No fear
Now were moving In top gear It’s ours, It’s ours It’s time, it’s time Time for me,
Time for me, to take what’s mine
Can’t change the way, we look at things Don’t dwell, what could have been There is no point, in wasting time So many things, come unseen
There is no way, of sitting back Letting life, just pass you by We came, we saw, we’ll fuck you up Were the ones, you can’t deny
Energetic DIY skate-punk, it's over before it's barely begun; yet crams more hooks into a collection of two minute sonic blasts than most pop acts could manage with double the running time. Tristan