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"