The Fine Art Of Falling Apart

We hit the streets with fast beats. No surrender and no 
retreat. Back then, "get in the van" was our battle cry, 
even though half the time we couldn't see eye to eye. A lot
 of heart, a little luck, and just a pinch of 
self-destruct. If I knew then what I know now, I'd do it 
all the same. The amp's shut down, vacuum tubes have grown 
cold. Am I getting soft?
Am I getting old? Am I starting to rot? Ready or not...flip
 the switch, hit the bricks this is all I've got. Feet 
flat, broken back. How do we get ourselves back on track? 
We try to do it right but everything goes wrong. Did you 
know that I'm still in love with that song?