1997

Get in the pick-up truck, we're goin for a ride 

Come one man, it's a downhill slide 

Remember the dead boys 

Crawl in the back, we're goin' downtown 

Come on bro, we can both fall down 

Remember the dead boys 

Got a big old cheap plastic bottle of gin 

Nasty, but it'll do you in 

Got to keep on talkin' so you don't come to 

What the hell, what the fuck is wrong with you? 

Midnight ride 1997, One two three 

Motherfucker you're going down tonight 

We're takin' you in 

We're takin' you out 

Midnight ride, one two three, come on 

Tonight we're gonna party like it's 1997 

I know you're tearin' shit up and you drunk yourself wild 

I been drinkin' since I was a child 

Remember the dead boys 

I know you outweigh me by fifty pounds 

That won't matter in a couple of rounds 

If the cops get here first, you're a dead man 

You know I'm doin' all I can 

Sing along, bro', with the Dead Boys and the New York Dolls 

You know we like that noise 



[In memory of Sean]