I Can't Wait - Good Clean Fun

Looking back on the summer of '88

When Hardcore was young and the shows were great

The sky was the limit, the world was our stage

The future so bright we had to wear shades

I can’t wait till two thousand ten

So we can relearn these songs and play them again and again

I long for the days after we’ve had our fun

When we will look back on what we’ve done

We’ll remember the dreams and all that it meant

But all the memories in the world they can’t pay the rent

Two thousand one: We call it’s quits the band will be done

Two thousand two: We sell our discography to you

Two thousand three: We’ll sit back and count our money

Two thousand four: Two words «Reunion tour»