Back to the Pitt

Avocado’s on the stage, lights burnin’ bright, Fame’s a loaded gun, and I lost the fight. Corn, you wrote the riffs, gave us heart and soul, But I chased the spotlight, left you in the cold. I was young, I was dumb, let the ego win, Forgot the garage days, where it all began. Your keys lit the fire, made the Pitted sound, Now I’m beggin’ for forgiveness, don’t let us drown. I just want to play music with my friends, Scream our truth, make the silence end. Corn, I’m sorry, I broke what we swore, Let’s bring back the Punks, like we did before. Blueberry’s bass still hums in my brain, Your chords, Corn, they cut through the pain. I was selfish, man, I wore the crown, But without you, I’m just screamin’ to a ghost town. Remember the dives, the sweat, the roar? We were brothers in the pit, not keepin’ score. You wrote the anthems, I just sang along, Now I see I was weak, but I wanna be strong. I just want to play music with my friends, Scream our truth, make the silence end. Corn, I’m sorry, I broke what we swore, Let’s bring back the Punks, like we did before. I see you there, with your keys in the dark, Still mad, still bruised, from my stupid spark. The Pitted Punks were more than my name, We built this fire, let’s reignite the flame. Blueberry’s ready, he’s tuned up to fight, Let’s tear up the stage, set the past right. Corn, you’re the heart, the pulse of our song, I’m down on my knees, man, I know I was wrong. I just want to play music with my friends, Scream our truth, make the silence end. Corn, I’m sorry, I broke what we swore, Let’s bring back the Punks, like we did before. So plug in those keys, let’s make it loud, We’ll shake the earth, we’ll wake the crowd. Avocado’s back, but it’s not my show, It’s for you, Corn, and the Punks we know.