Punk's Not Dead
The Rain Song.
When I went home, still trippin', mind you, my father was just leaving. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, put the house keys on the counter, and he was out the door. I then decided to go check his liquor cabinet as soon as I was sure he was gone from the driveway.
In the cabinet, there was a quart of spice rum, a pint of Russian vodka, two half-pints of cognac and several bottles of wine. I knew in the cooler in the backroom, there was some beer my dad had left.
I called up Sid and Rotten, letting them now I needed help getting ready...
"MAXIGAN!"
I looked over at the window. There was Sid, standing in the piss pouring rain. I quickly unlocked the door and handed him a towel. The young Brit shivered, and he patted himself down. He looked so cute, to be honest.
"Oi! Lemme in!" it was Rotten.
In the cabinet, there was a quart of spice rum, a pint of Russian vodka, two half-pints of cognac and several bottles of wine. I knew in the cooler in the backroom, there was some beer my dad had left.
I called up Sid and Rotten, letting them now I needed help getting ready...
"MAXIGAN!"
I looked over at the window. There was Sid, standing in the piss pouring rain. I quickly unlocked the door and handed him a towel. The young Brit shivered, and he patted himself down. He looked so cute, to be honest.
"Oi! Lemme in!" it was Rotten.