A Month Of Sundays

Two o'clock on a
Sunday afternoon
Hop on the 7 train
We know just what to do

Switch at Jackson Heights
For the F downtown
When we hit the Bowery
We're ready to explode

Time - never seemed to cross our minds
Never thought that this would end
Change - after all was said and done
We would never be the same

Rain or shine
Didn't mean a thing
Came for the friendly faces
And to blow off steam

Big Charlie, Tommy Rat
rendan's on the door
Hanging with Johnny Stiff
Watching Murphy's Law

Time - like a thief in the night
Blink your eyes and it's gone
Change - after all was said and done
We would never change a thing

When life got rough
We couldn't get enough
It's where we grew up
Down at the matinee

We made friends for life
Yeah, there were fights
But we turned out alright
Down at the matinee

Now CB's is closed
The building has been sold
They took away the heart
But couldn't kill the soul

NEW YORK HARDCORE - lives inside of me
NEW YORK HARDCORE - the flag so proudly raised
WORLDWIDE HARDCORE - that's our family
I'M SO THANKFUL - for those times at the matinee