Buscemi

It's these shaking walls and the sound and the roar that brings us all to life,

Ten years used to take so much more but that's alright.

It's these old ideals of the hearts that still keep beating in 4/4,

Those restless and reckless souls that live forever in the heartwood of a song.

Those hearts still beat so incomplete,

So sorry but I'm not waiting to die.

But the world keeps turning

And we'll keep it tight tonight.

It's a humid night and singing to the sky and knowing we can never die

With the midnight special and a dream that started moving in 1989.

And the suburbs throw up their light like groundburst stars

And the sound of breaking bottles will be our applause.

It's shivering through nights and it's shaking nights away,

It's a broken watch and voice and old pair of shoes.

So we're gonna hold on now we're gonna let the fever explode to keep up

With the rhythm and stay down with the blues.

So when all the stories have been told

And the lesson shave been learned

And all the punks are ready to meet the saints,

You'll see, it's just empty pockets now

And it's walking all night long

And the voices that still chant s-t-a-y f-a-s-t