this song is about the small towns in the hardcore and punk scene... the places where tiny basement shows with beer flying everywhere, turn out to be the best show of the tour.
lyrics
We're odd and we're awkward.
We're not pretty to look at.
We don't fit the bill.
Still no escape from judgment.
Appreciation given to all that deserve.
And all the respect to all that have earned it.
We follow our own.
To distances unheard.
We don't try to fit in.
We just follow our hearts.
Diverse in all that we know.
Not too hard to call this home.
From day one they've come and gone.
The majority of the faces have not changed.
We don't ever burn out.
We don't fade away.
We know that times have changed.
But the faces only aged.
We don't care what is said.
We follow no leaders cause we set our own trends.
We're still here.
We are always here.
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