Misprint Lyrics

When we were fifteen

Out past the edge of town

Breaking bottles and building fires

With no else around

Other kids, they called us freaks

But we didn't give a shit

A couple of wanderlust anarchists

Feeling disillusioned

Holding back the screams

Sure we stood for something

For what, it's hard to say the least

Don't wanna end up another statistic

That the news will misprint

Got my six string and a microphone

It's a sound salvation, radio

Put some records on and strum along

And these four chords will become our favorite songs

Let's get in the van and play some shows!

An anthem of rebellion

Heart sewn upon my sleeve

I found a new religion

Greg Graffin was my priest

Now I'm 33, still raising hell

I've got a place to call my own suburban home

I still write my songs with my trusty chords

And pray to punk rock gods for a sing along