My heart lives in a smoke filled room   Crammed with a hundred bodies   So you can't even turn around   At the end of the line of the line of your sight   There's one more band going on way past midnight   As they play on you know they play for you   You'll be catching the last bus home way past curfew   In the outside world the war still rages on   But there's on more kid who sees it's wrong      It can’t all be for rebellions sake   Can't anyone see all the good lying in its wake   A community with flaws like any other   An earnest attempt to look out for each other      And everything we did was from the heart      One of these kids understand what it's all about   99 others just head for the door   That's one more mind gonna try just to see it through   One more voice what could you ask for   I never imagined it would ever get this far      The idea is alive in a basement somewhere   In a pawn shop guitar and a kid who cares   No shirts, no fans, no record contracts,   No voices, drastic choices or always looking back   A simple idea of how it all should be   Good friends, good fun, tolerance and a community   Yet to be distorted by injustices reported   Like who sold out and what happened to the scene