1. ALL AGES SHOW

I understand you
You've got a problem
Now understand me
It's your problem not mine
To find a reason, don't ask me
Don't ask (anyone) for a reason to live your life
Shake your head, left and right
Like the old man who shows up here every night
What does he hear in this kind of music?
Why don't you ask him?
Find out what you need to know
All ages show
You haven't lived all there is to live
How old is old?
How old is old?
All ages show
I get the feeling that I've heard all this before
I spoke your words, I felt your feelings
But when I reached a dead end, I knew there was more
I guess I'm just too young to see it
But I've shorn* up some people
A little bit older
And they say the problems keep coming
But reasons to keep on trying keep growing
And they grow and they grow and they grow
All ages show


2. YOU'RE MINE

The last time I spoke to you
I was seconds away
From losing my face
But I'm much closer now, we're so much closer now
And I haven't stopped laughing since I
Learned to laugh at myself
When I fall down, and I'm much farther down
We're so much closer now that
You're mine
To have and to hold until the end of time
You're mine, you're mine
"I'm so tired of being alone" she said
"I don't wanna go back home, where the heart is"
And I feel like trash
The closer I get to you
But I can't turn my eyes away
The closer I get to you
'Cause you're mine to have and to hold
Until the end of time
You're mine, you're mine


3. STARING AT THE RUDE BOYS (THE RUTS COVER)

It's a very small world in the middle of a crowd
The room gets dark when the music gets loud
The rudies want to groove
But there's no room to move 'cause the floor is packed tight
A voice shouts loud
"We'll never surrender"
A voice in the crowd
"We'll never surrender"
A hand in the air fight propaganda
Never surrender , never surrender
Skins in the corner staring at the bar
The room starts dancing to some heavy heavy ska
The room is so hot people dripping with sweat
The punks in the corner , screaming like
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
A bunch of skins , marching on ten
While some stand there saluting the air ( oi! )
They wanna be pirates but the sea is not calm
Tattooed crossbows on their arm's
The lights come alive in a blinding flash
The dance floor clears as the mutants clash
Everybody leaves as the heavy's arrive
Someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive