Lyrics of
Sunday Hardcore Matinee

Fifteen kids in a pickup truck your Chucks, a case of beer
Pack of Luckys, jeans rolled up your one way out of here
Heard them on a compilation we traded in the mail
Been waiting such a long time tonight we cannot fail
On the way to a matinee a Sunday hardcore show
They played it loud, they played it fast most folks don't want to know
Dancing hard, skank and slam the action never ends
Stagedive, kick, jump and flip pig pile on all your friends
Whooaaaaa
We had each other
Whooaaaaa
Things are different today
Whooaaaa
We've still got each other and the glory never fades away
The glory never fades away
(Repeat verse)