Grown Men Cry

When Joey died grown men cried,every tear had a wish inside.Oh no, It can't be so,
God let Joey be alive. We keep on listening to the radio, there ain't no more songs
that make our brain cells glow, no more Cretin Hoppin no more Blitzkrieg Boppin,
no more lyrics,that make us go.

When Dee Dee fell we were back in hell, once again,,, grown men with red eyes, the
sidewalk surfer had surfed on our tears, right on up to the skies. Other songwriters
are so blind, Dee Dee's Time Bomb can really blow a mind, what is the punk world
gonna do without the Punk King and our Dee Dee too ?

40 years old and a flood of tears,are stiinging and burning my face, Johnny I saw
you perform on stage you were a guitaring Ace. You were the sound of my favorite
band, you brought punk rhythm to every land, fast and furious is OK,, your fans
didn't want it any other way. We'll remember you and that 's no lie, grown men
once again, have to cry.

Joey, Dee Dee and Johnny too, have travelled the world to show us what
to do, they knew how to make punk alive, when is our dream band gonna
arrive ? We have to search Earth's lands, hell there has to be some other
bands ! We don't need"Nice people"to get by,,, we only need punk God's,
who can make grown men cry.
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