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Every day we’d go to Mike’s garage to mess around
At least until the cops or someone’s mom would shut us down
We were just suburban punks without the safety pins and anger
But we’d crank it up to ten and shake the town
With a repertoire of just three chords and a couple worn-out licks
We’d just throw stuff at the wall and see if it’d stick.

Teenage merchants of rebellion armed with guitars each afternoon
We’d practiced all our rock star poses but we’d never learned to tune
And though we didn’t have a bassist yet and didn’t own a mic stand
We were certain that Irv Azoff or Jon Landau would call us soon
There was nothing wrong that twenty years of practice wouldn't fix
We’d just throw stuff at the wall and see if it’d stick.

Oh we didn't know that we were going nowhere
And no one would ever say that we were even very good
But oh I know that we were going absolutely nowhere
But down inside we all believed that one day
Maybe we could

We played “My Best Friend’s Girl” and we played “Good Girls Don’t”
And twenty minutes of “The Zoo”
We even butchered some Van Halen and we massacred The Who
And me, I tried to write some songs about my white teenage oppression
CauseI figured that’s what all the real big rock stars had to do
And then, of course, we’d add a whole lot more distortion to the mix
We’d just throw stuff at the wall and see if it’d stick

Oh we didn't know that we were going nowhere
And no one would ever say that we were even very good
But oh I know that we were going absolutely nowhere
But down inside we all believed we could

Yeah, way down deep inside we all believed we could