1953 Lyrics - Going Out In Style - Dropkick Murphys

Fifteen kids in a pickup truck 

Your Chucks, a case of beer 

Heard them on a compilation 

We traded in the mail 

Bee waiting such a long time 

Tonight we cannot fall 

On the way to a matinee 

A Sunday hardcore show 

They played it loud, they played it fast 

Most folks don't want to know 

Dancing hard, skank and slam 

The action never ends 

We had each other 

Things are different today 

We've still got each other and the glory never fades away 

The glory never fades away 

If you didn't get the flyer 

Then you weren't in the know 

GBH, Agnostic Front 

See you at the show 

Time to hit mom's pocket book 

Four bucks you're in the door 

Minor Threat, the Bad Brains 

Who could ask for more? 

The last band has played the show is done 

The kids have all gone 

Your ears ring, your body aches 

You're once again alone 

Beaten, bruised and bloodied 

Never made us turn away 

Next weekend they'll be 

More great bands at the Sunday matinee 

We had each other 

Things are different today 

We've still got each other and the glory never fades away 

The glory never fades away