Round 2, FIGHT!

Back in the early days of The Damage Done, TDD B.C. (before Chris), we wrote speedy little ditty called Students of The Beat. The words I wrote for it were a declaration of independence, of sorts, albeit disillusioned independence. It came out sounding like your standard broke-as-fuck anthem, no money, angry with dad, lost and okay with it. You know.... punk.  

The new ways I've had to view and adjust my own passions since having a kid of my own, have got me thinking. This song has now taken on a whole new meaning for me. Now I'm really in a position to not only help keep my own kid from having to feel that lost, but to teach him the importance of living for his own passions, even if you lose yourself through them at times. Or if you  lose day-jobs because of them at times. Of course the real tough part for me now, is finding the balance between passion and day-job. Still workin on that one, probably always will be. 

In any case, this song is still pretty badass, so I thought I'd share it with the folks that hadn't heard it. Or the folks that just couldn't understand the words that I was screaming unintelligibly on the record or at the shows. 

STUDENTS OF THE BEAT

You got this virus 

live with your vices

take all your vitamins.

It's worth every second spent

every last red cent 

til you can't make rent.

Sing these words into the ground!

Til they got no meaning left, sing them into the ground!

Sins of the father, visited upon the head of the son

ten fold!

Matters of the heart 

stories of the soul

open up your mouth 

just let them go.

Inside your head you'll still be screaming.

Sing these words into the ground,

til they got no meaning left, sing them into the ground!

Sins of the father, visited upon the head of the son,

ten fold!