1. Lockwood

From the recording The Lost Art of Empathy

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A great friend and pillar of the Detroit punk rock scene this song is written in remembrance of a brother


We were young, blast the stereo, riding round in cars
Knocking back the whiskey, three sheets to the wind
We had our whole lives, we were just having fun, until it all came undone
So we raise our glasses to the sky! Punk rock heroes never die
Put on the shows, grabbed the microphone, you gotta sing it like you mean it
Been raising the dead in Hell City since 1974
Had time for reflection, in your record collection, until we finally sung