First Step from Who Cares? by Yellow Belly

I hold my best friend inside of my lungs
But I’ve gotta get over that. I’ve gotta grow up.
I know all too well about life’s stale taste.
The truth will always be bitter
From the playground to the grave.
And though it’s not gonna kill me No it’s not gonna help
We never are what we could be But at least we get to yell
At the top of our lungs From the bottom of our hearts.
If I’m gonna fight you this is how it’s gonna start.
All your words come in the same old rhythms
The only change is in the middle
Where the words become a meaning
For beginning all the words that spill
From orfices tightly controlled by everything we love and hold
God help me cause the rhythm’s getting old.

But when people walk together, people walk together.
People, walk together. People, walk together.
Walk together, walk together.
Legs all syncopated to each other’s right or left ones
On the pavement stomping. Never stopping.
Come on everybody.

The sky is not a backdrop and the world is not your stage.
We all live under the same sun. I can’t see you but you’re there
Waging war on the poor with our white collar crime ignored.
Oh god forbid somebody say that we’re all equal at the core.

• Pop Punk
• Punk
• Ska
• Carbondale