Open Letter Lyrics

Good man, has gone
To the gray beyond
Straight edge or skinhead often both at the same time
He had a good influence
On many people's lives
You'll bend up the eyes

Don't forget the struggle
Don't forget the streets
Don't sell out, an open letter to the scene

And Not every body really liked him
All the time
At a sunday matinee he filled the sky

To the dear departed
To the broken hearted
Family

At the hardcore funeral
I cried and cried
For the passing of a hero
On the lower east side

Not everybody liked him all the time
At the sunday matinee he filled the sky

To the dear, the departed
To the broken hearted
Family

At the hardcore funeral
I cried and cried
For the passing of a hero
On the lower east side

Not everybody liked him all the time
At the sunday matinee he filled the sky
He filled the sky
Say

Don't forget the struggle
Don't forget the streets
Don't sell out, an open letter to the scene
Don't forget the struggle
Don't forget the streets
Don't sell out, an open letter to the scene