Tim Armstrong - Among The lyrics

rate me

Among the dead x3

We will rise

Among the dead x3

we will rise

If you count me out you better think again

You better realize now that I ain't stopping

This is where I start, this is where I begin

This is where you stop, this is where you end

Woke up in a downtown street

We were crashed out living in rubble

Broken bones, broken homes

Broken kid’s living in the jungle

Nineteen eighty seven in the east bay cold as hell it's the middle of summer

Me and Jesse and Matt and Dave Mello, he was the drummer

My momma said you better watch your back boy

Keep your head up and be a shot blocker

On the outside looking in wit the freaks and the thugs and all the punk rockers

They say I’m outta step in this world so step back man I ain't gonna warn ya

Here's a message for the disenfranchised of East bay California

Let me tell you something about the Eastbay: it's California but it ain’t sunny

All my dreams came crashing down I’m outta home my street got no money

And got no band, and got no one around, and all the music is gone man

No where to sleep on the ground wondering what the fuck went wrong now

Know what it’s like to walk among the dead?

I’m alone in total isolation

No ones there this is my final destination.

Old man preaching bout war and peace and the path and total damnation

I always seem to get up get out and survive in every situation

Than one day Matt says let's get the band together let's do this one more time

So I’m, ok that sounds good, let’s give it a try, let’s give it one more run

we got garage

we got drums

we got guitars

we got the songs all night long