dirty hands blistered feet playing in the sun but now we re feeling the heat summer in the suburbs safe and sound knowing what it s like nostalgia brings us down nostalgia burns we ve roamed the streets always out of luck the glory days but now we re sobering up scraped our knees to the barren ground it s only skin but nostalgia keeps us down yet we still raise our fists to the heedless skies we piss on god our ethos never dies nostalgia burns nostalgia hurts nostalgia flirts nostalgia fucks us up nostalgia burns nostalgia hurts nostalgia flirts nostalgia fucks us up