A call away; happy to hear
A voice; no force, friends make the best noise
The gang is all here and we can't wait
There's no gas, just hope and a laugh I can taste.
I sense danger, hands hold old friends
A tremor, a pressure
Wear this "Raspberry Sweater"
I smell an end, so let go of the fist
It's the gift G.A.B, you're my friend so drink this.
...It's the beginning of the end...
Killing inhibitions hold my cares
Hit the streets, the next round is on me
Sing our songs and break some shit
While we make a toast from under the stairs
Here's a gift from me to you, pass it around the whole room
This may be the last time we'll make a toast from under the stairs.
This generation of debt and rent
Us kids are lost but we're with each other
The year may pass unsuccessful, but with the gift of G.A.B.
We all get hopeful
One more round for the kids in the back
One last cheer, make some noise, a planned attack
Hold me close, can't fight this alone
Beat up streets, no hope but home.