Текст песни Modern Crimes Class Of 98'

It was a cold september night,
Jammin' some great tunes in Bouch garage.
Pissing off the neighbors,
Making so much noise that the whole block won't sleep.
Screaming till my voice is shut for a whole week
Playing so loud that I cant hear shit

So here I am 10 years later
Still having the best times of my life
Still playing with my best friends
Still remain unbroken

I remember singing I am straight edge
And here I am still the same,
So don't tread on me,
I am still living a life on my own
Feeling good, still out of step.
And guess what, the flame still burns
And the foundation of our friendship
Is far from being broken.

Dont wait for us to slow down.