Sunday Hardcore Matinee - Dropkick Murphys

Fifteen kids in a pickup truck your Chucks, a case of beer

Pack of Luckys, jeans rolled up your one way out of here

Heard them on a compilation we traded in the mail

Been waiting such a long time tonight we cannot fail

On the way to a matinee a Sunday hardcore show

They played it loud, they played it fast most folks don’t want to know

Dancing hard, skank and slam the action never ends

Stagedive, kick, jump and flip pig pile on all your friends

We had each other

Things are different today

We’ve still got each other and the glory never fades away

The glory never fades away

If you didn’t get the flier then you weren’t in the know

GBH, Agnostic Front see you at the show

Time to hit mom’s pocket book four bucks you’re in the door

Minor Threat, the Bad Brains who could ask for more?

The last band has played the show is done the kids have all gone home

Your ears ring, your body aches you’re once again alone

Beaten, bruised and bloodied never made us turn away

Next weekend they’ll be more great bands at the Sunday matinee

We had each other

Things are different today

We’ve still got each other and the glory never fades away

The glory never fades away

And the glory never fades away

The glory never fades away

We had each other

Things are different today

We’ve still got each other and the glory never fades away

We had each other

Things are different today

We’ve still got each other and the glory never fades away

The glory never fades away

Stagedive, kick, jump and flip pig pile on all your friends