The kids sing out in defiance
against a world that has forgotten them,
and the media ask 'why are the kids so angry'?
Afterwards they'll go back home
to their uncaring fathers and misunderstanding mothers
and they'll dream of a time when they're back again
with all their friends
at another show
where they will sing,
'these are the days,
these are the days we will never forget'.
Sixteen and all alone,
searching for a place to call her home,
thinking about a bottle or maybe even worse,
but she passed on self-destruction when she found a better place
at the show with the kids, the excitement of change,
and singing along with every kid in the crowd
she breathed in deep
and she sang out loud,
'these are the days,
these are the days,
these are the days we will never forget'.
He was never called cool,
no he never fit in
because he thought for himself
and he went against the trends
but the abuse at school was finally setting in yeah,
till the day he found a place to go
with the other punk rockers
at the punk rock show,
shoulder to shoulder with his new allies
he forget about school as tears came to his eyes,
and he sang
'these are the days,
these are the days,
these are the days we will never forget, no'.
Sitting under the corner light,
my six string in my hand,
playing my songs all by myself
thinking no one out there could understand,
but it wasn't too long before
i realized i was wrong
and i found myself singing from a stage,
a chorus of voices singing along,
and we sing
'these are the days,
these are the days,
these are the days we will never forget'.
Yeah we sing,
'these are the days,
these are the days,
these are the days we will never forget,
we will never forget'.
