Dull Picks and Broken Sticks Songtext
von Handheld

Never ever bad blood
Couch fire floor floods
Armed unknown faces
The dreaded basement

Taking time for granted
Elevator stranded
We should have known
There was just so little


Time to take in all these treasured times we were alone
Crumpled punk rock posters on the walls made this place home

So this was where it all began
Good times were always held in hand A place where no one
Would argue anything

Our roots lay so far deep in the floor
Stained carpets, vandalized door
And every strummed chord
Made us know, it′s our place to go

Our own place to get away, It's our own little dive
Countless late night load-ins downtown fearing for our lives