Times are changing It’ll never, be the same Were gonna take, what’s ours You’ve only got, yourself to blame There is no option You had your choice Gonna, get there soon Time for you, to hear our voice
So we won’t settle We will fight This is our turn The past is, set to burn We’ll take what’s ours Your time is through Time for us, to fix the score Plain to see, we want more
Your days are numbered I’m gonna take, what is mine Questions everywhere And answers, I want to find There is no, turning back Can’t take a detour Won’t accept, nothing less
Effort will endure
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