Looking back now the summer of '88   When hardcore was young and the shows were great   The sky was the limit, the world was our stage   The future so bright we had to wear shades      I can't wait until two thousand ten   So we can relearn these songs and play them again and again!      I long for the days after we've had our fun   When we will look back on what we have done   We'll remember the dreams and all that it meant   But all the memories in the world, they can't pay the rent      Two thousand one: we'll call it quits the band will be done   Two thousand two: we'll sell our discography to you   Two thousand three: we'll sit back and we'll count our money   Two thousand four: two words “Reunion tour”!