[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