Misprint Songtext
von American Television

When we were fifteen
Out past the edge of town
Breaking bottles and building fires
With no else around
Other kids, they called us freaks
But we didn′t give a shit
A couple of wanderlust anarchists


Feeling disillusioned
Holding back the screams
Sure we stood for something
For what, it's hard to say the least
Don′t wanna end up another statistic
That the news will misprint

Got my six string and a microphone
It's a sound salvation, radio
Put some records on and strum along
And these four chords will become our favorite songs
Let's get in the van and play some shows!

An anthem of rebellion
Heart sewn upon my sleeve
I found a new religion
Greg Graffin was my priest


Now I′m 33, still raising hell
I′ve got a place to call my own suburban home
I still write my songs with my trusty chords
And pray to punk rock gods for a sing along