Letra de A Month Of Sundays - Sick Of It All

Two o�clock on a Sunday afternoon
Hop on the 7 train, we know just what to do
Switch at Jackson Heights for the F downtown
When we hit the Bowery, we�re ready to explode

Time - never seemed to cross our minds
Never thought that this would end
Change - after all was said and done
We would never be the same

Rain or shine, didn�t mean a thing
Came for the friendly faces and to blow off steam
Big Charlie, Tommy Rat, Brendan�s on the door
Hanging with Johnny Stiff, watching Murphy�s Law

Time - like a thief in the night
Blink your eyes and it�s gone
Change - after all was said and done
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We would never change a thing

When life got rough
We couldn�t get enough
It�s where we grew up
Down at the matinee
We made friends for life
Yeah, there were fights
But we turned out alright
Down at the matinee

Now CB�s is closed, the building has been sold
They took away the heart but couldn�t kill the soul
NEW YORK HARDCORE - lives inside of me
NEW YORK HARDCORE - the flag so proudly raised
WORLDWIDE HARDCORE - that�s our family
I�M SO THANKFUL - for those times at the matinee