|Vocals, Guitar, Synth:||Dave Goletz|
|Bass, Vocals:||Chris Burcin|
|Guitar, Vocals, Synth:||Nick Rose|
We started asking questions with no stones to throw, So we started marching on with no place to go. We left the shores with rusty flagpoles to paint the world by numbers. With nothing to show, with nothing to show. You can hear them singing the same old songs (La, La, La, La, La, La) We all chime in with a guilt free sing-a-long (La, La, La, La, La, La). Helpless, cornered, beaten and scared, all the feeling of the world are shared the same old story in the same old ways the same old people get the same old pay. Still we listen to wise men say (La, La, La, La, La, La). Still we’ve got no answers we just do what we’re told. We threw matches on the gasoline and watched it unfold. We left the shores with flags in our hands and trotted off to foreign lands. With nothing to show, with nothing to show.
Anyone who thinks that rock n' roll dreams still can't come true apparently hasn't heard Settle's story. Although the four-piece rock act technically formed back …