Lyrics

Good man, has gone To the gray beyond straight edge or skinhead often both at the same time he had a good influence on many people's lives You'll bend up the eyes Don't forget the struggle Don't forget the streets Don't sell out, an open letter to the scene And Not every body really liked him all the time At a sunday matinee he filled the sky To the dear departed to the broken hearted family At the hardcore funeral I cried and cried for the passing of a hero on the lower east side Not everybody liked him all the time at the sunday matinee he filled the sky To the dear, the departed To the broken hearted family At the hardcore funeral I cried and cried for the passing of a hero on the lower east side Not everybody liked him all the time at the sunday matinee he filled the sky He filled the sky say Don't forget the struggle Don't forget the streets Don't sell out, an open letter to the scene Don't forget the struggle Don't forget the streets Don't sell out, an open letter to the scene
Writer(s): Walter Arthur Schreifels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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