The drummer looks a bit too drunk
And the bassist looks a bit too stoned
The singers dancing out the front
The guitar man wants the microphone
The whole crowds full of speed and booze
Drunks, punks and hardcore dudes
The atmosphere ain't to be missed
But a vague blur coz they're all too pissed
Half the crowd came for a beer
The bands too loud, they couldn't hear
So everybody, came to the front
All in the name, of having fun
Oi Oi
Oi Oi
I got my first taste of booze
Backstage before the Brothers Goon
Go ahead and call that punk
He said
I Got the young cunt drunk
He stole the mic, and jumped on stage
He spilt the beers, on the PA
The night was fucked, and so was he
The mosh pit turned into a free for all frenzy
Oi
Lucky Mitch, doesn't need a PA
He's screaming his ass off in front of my face
We sang along but didn't know the words
Apart from me and Brett, who studied every verse
Catch ya later Adam Slater
You are my bro
I think about you every time
I go and play a show
I dedicate this song to you
And every one who's in the crew
Memories go round in Circles, shit
Especially inside a circle pit