The Old Breed - July 29th

Metal beats fire was the last thing that you said to me
Punkrodder forever with the ace of spades up your sleeve
Last time i saw you we were out of our minds
4 in the morning on an Adams street drive
You lived the life that you wanted to live
To tell your story I don't know where to begin
Pickle shots and scotch swillers Saturday night
Forever tending fire under the pale moonlight

Rest in power and be at peace my friend
Know that one day we will see you again
Though we mourn our loss and we said our goodbyes
Still we raise a glass with a tear in our eye
July 29th the day you were at your end
A normal summer day we will never forget
Wish your story didn't have to end
Rest in power and be at peace my friend

Written by:
Samuel Potts

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