[Verse] Dusty crates in a crooked aisle, Corners cracked where the rebels smile, Vinyl dreams on a rusted shelf, Cheap plastic covers screaming for help. [Pre-Chorus] Ripped-up sleeves and a fading tag, Echoes loud of the rebel flag, Turn it up, hear the underground, Trash the silence, loudsound pound. [Chorus] Spin that old punk record, don’t let it stop, Crank it high, let the city pop, Rattle the bones of the faded scene, Living loud in a thrift shop dream. Spin that old punk record, hear the streetwise call, Break the quiet, break the fall, Raise your voice, blast through the seams— Old punk spinning, wild and mean. [Verse] Concrete walls hold the secret code, Ink and leather, stories told, Heads bang hard in a makeshift den, Ghosts of the past rage again and again. [Pre-Chorus] Screaming chords on a broken stage, Fire ignites inside the cage, Turn it up, feel the heat ignite, Fuel the sound of the midnight fight. [Chorus] Spin that old punk record, don’t let it stop, Crank it high, let the city pop, Rattle the bones of the faded scene, Living loud in a thrift shop dream. Spin that old punk record, hear the streetwise call, Break the quiet, break the fall, Raise your voice, blast through the seams— Old punk spinning, wild and mean. [Bridge] Black and white shots, scratched and torn, Memory riots that keep us warm, Echo chamber, hold the flame, Every rebellion screams your name. [Chorus] Spin that old punk record, don’t let it stop, Crank it high, let the city pop, Rattle the bones of the faded scene, Living loud in a thrift shop dream. Spin that old punk record, hear the streetwise call, Break the quiet, break the fall, Raise your voice, blast through the seams— Old punk spinning, wild and mean. [Outro] Spin it loud, spin it raw, Old punk’s heartbeat in the thrift store.