In the wonder years I was in my own domain Thrashing to Phil, and Mustaine Then I picked up a CD with a pair of breasts wrapped in barbed wire This day will go down in infamy There was no dress code No clique to separate the men, women, and children My own kind of club Good times and great memories like the classic cabana The wine was fine and the trumpets ranged And upon rekindling this deathly siege things werent exactly the same Now I travel apart of the team The teams been sold to the Devil himself Youd think he would know what to do, the anthems devoted to his dynasty are portrayed yet sabotaged Whos got the time for team spirit nowadays? I dont feel quite at home Im brand new This isnt where I thought I was going This place is not the same as I left it The old me would kick the new mes ass if he wasnt shorter Whats with the new style? Where were the chicks when I was dope? But I guess its OK Like Ben said, 200 solemn faces are you And underground I feel cool in my youth, which by the way has passed, but Im still cool Check me out, Im rocking the house Id hope Dimmu would be proud And underground I feel cool in my youth, which by the way has passed, but Im still cool
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