CPC crew running, bring your knuckles to brawl
Down at British and Dominion, getting traditional
Paint it up, spike it out, the gang is ready tonight
Take the 42 north past Electric to ride
For few of us though, it could never come dead
It's the noise noise noise that kept it so close
But the words were spoken, "it's the last episode"
When the buses stopped running and the flask led to riot
Held our head past the shoulders to the new music reich
For few of us though, it could never come dead
But the music and nostalgia burnt a hole in our heads
Our heads, heads
Staggering down memories slain, deranged
Grasping onto a past refrain
Staggering down dead memories slain, deranged
Holding onto a faded champagne
Gotta go for the glory or give up and fail
I've been stagnant sitting here, a waiting hand open tale
If you see me on the corner, begging, don't pay my bail
I'm a bit more than nothing and your charity's stale
I've been trying now for years fighting hand tooth and nail
But the sad truth is the poor get poorer and fail
Fail, have I failed?
Staggering down memories slain, deranged
Grasping onto a past refrain
Staggering down dead memories slain, deranged
Holding onto a faded champagne
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It's the noise noise noise that kept it so close
But the words were spoken, "it's the last episode"
When the buses stopped running and the flask led to riot
Held our head past the shoulders to the new music reich
For few of us though, it could never come dead
For few of us though, it could never come dead
Staggering down dead memories slain, deranged
Grasping onto a past refrain
Staggering down dead memories slain, deranged
Staggering
Staggering down memories slain, deranged
Holding onto a past refrain
Staggering down dead memories slain, deranged
Holding onto a faded champagne