"Old Times' Sake" lyrics

We met at waffle house at eight
To try and get our story straight
Hash out the memories of the old days

You didn't even have to change
It made me feel normal
Talkin' death metal
For old times sake

Holding it down
In our hometown
You're the only thing growing
In the Devil's Tramping Ground

Holding it down
In our hometown
You're the only thing growing
In the Devil's Tramping Ground

Why'd kept in contact when I left for that job
Is it because of what we saw over Lake Macintosh
Yellin' and screaming, oh my gosh!
In the summer before we learned curse words from your cousin Josh

This shithole hole could be the promised land
Goddamn!
This shithole hole could be the promised land
Goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn!

Cleaning out your grandma's freezer
Of decades of cigarettes and steaks
In your old cannibal corpse t-shirt
You wore for old times sake

For old times sake
For old times sake
For old times sake
For old times sake
For old times sake
For old times sake
For old times sake
For old times

Holding it down
In our hometown
You're the only thing growing
In the Devil's Tramping Ground

Holding it down
In our hometown
You're the only thing growing
In the Devil's Tramping Ground