That's not the type of blood we spill
The kind you see in movies.
The big screen can hardly show
How hard we partied
When we were young.
Our stories,
I hope,
Will be told in bars
Amongst our own,
The elderly,
The young.
And we
The ones
The generation
The fun,
We know was spent and sold.
We Make The Past
And don't you forget it! - Lady A