Pictures are worth 900 words
Words are worth even more I've heard
But nothing's worth more than the Tim face
Who needs a car or a cell phone
The city bus will always get you home
Who really wants to drive in L.A. anyway
We've all been spoiled by Rancid,
Never taken Op Ivy for granted
We've all been Transplanted too
I don't even know where I would be
If your tunes weren't a part of me
Now this my gift to you
For all you've inspired me to do
This is a punk rock birthday song
Music gives us a place where we belong
Life's a chorus that we should sing along
Happy birthday Tim Armstrong
You don't even know the hope you give kids
All the punks, all the skins, and misfits
From Granada, Minnesota to the alleys of LA
You need to hear the good you've done
I'm sure you hear it from everyone
Now this my chance for you to hear it from me
You gave John and I a home
Now we'll never be alone
This is a story that I can tell
Thanks to Nicole and Tinkerbell