The Murrays bus on the way to Sydney
Just Ben and expectations with me
The first time that I ever saw Strung Out
I remember every single note they played
From Jackie O to Novocain
And how the atmosphere was even better than the sound
It seemed so prophetic then
A teenage phase so sure to pass
But now I'm 33 and going nowhere fast
Here I stand, with a drink in my hand
Don't care if I feel like shit tomorrow
The best was when I went away
To Slovenian punk rock holiday
A week of watching all my favourite bands
From A Wilhelm Scream to NOFX
The Descendants in the f*cking wet
And Millencolin unable to stand
As rained poured from the sky
Had to smile, spirits stayed high
We did our best to run the bar dry
Here I stand, with a drink in my hand
Don't care if I feel like shit tomorrow
'Til the end, surrounded by new friends
Wishing there was more time to borrow
But then I'm back at work again
Where life is boring and mundane
The routine driving me insane
But if I close my eyes the feelings remain
I just go on a trip down to 666 memory lane
Here I stand, with a drink in my hand
Don't care if I feel like shit tomorrow
Win or lose walking with warn out shoes
Down the only path I'll ever follow
I can't explain
The flashbacks that my brain contains
Of times both brilliant and insane
We'll be gathered, probably hammered
Down at 666 Memory Lane