We've got a show tonight,
And we're on at 10 o'clock
But this place is fucking dead
And the fucking footy's on
The band that's on tour
Asked where are all the punks?
So I sculled my drink and I laughed in his face

They're nowhere to be seen, since 1999
When music's slowed down
And there's no more 'draw the line'
All the friends I knew,
They were kinda few,
Are moving on.
Writing slower songs
Acoustic guitar and an
Amp with no gain, now I'm going insane

Another wednesday
And there's no place left to go
The lucky has shut down,
Should we go to the statio'?
There's a band that fucking rocks
But this place is fucking dead
The punks are all in bed