[Originally by Bouncing Souls]      I got a song stuck in my head   Walking down street number nine   I sing it out loud with my friends   And we're all having a good time   We all waited for weeks   Now we're hanging on the street in NYC   We gotta go to the show   Even though we're all underage   Outside the firehall in PA   It rained on three hundred kids all day   When the cops shut it down no one went away      We're Gonna Play No Matter What They Say      Three or four people showed up in Albuquerque   The alternator died   Somewhere between Mankato and Rapid City   Strangers in some strange lands in L.A.   The enchiladas made us sick but that's ok   Growing Up   We didn't want to be like them   It was tough to know   Who were our friends   Killing time playing basements   Way back when   In a lot of ways nothings changed   From now and them   Some say they have been let down   I wonder why they still hang around   I wonder where all these good things could be   Then I realize that somehow I found them in me      We're Gonna Play No Matter What They Say