Look, we're all here, we're having a good fucking time, and this next song though, it's about when you're not having such a good time. And in my life, what I've come to realize is that when things are really down and really out, it's always people like you, this community, my friends, people like number two, pick me up and help me out. We've lost some pretty good friends to suicide, and I gotta say to you that I wish those people were here today. If you're ever having a suicidal thought, it's a very, very real thing. Some people, just the chemistry gets off in their brain, and that's something that a doctor can help you with. Maybe you're just feeling down and out. My point is, make sure you fucking talk to somebody, because we want you to be here the next time that we play, alright? So this one goes out to all of you, take good care of yourselves, this one's called Broken Bones. Close my eyes, try to make it last. I'll run the wretched memories of my past. Close my eyes, try to make it last. I'll run the wretched memories of my past. Close my eyes, try to make it last. It goes too fast. I've got no chance. My freight train racing sets a crash. Broken bones and broken glass. Broken hearts and broken heads living their life. Whoa-oh-oh. Broken bones and broken glass. Broken hearts and broken heads living their life. Whoa-oh-oh. Wake up wondering, how did I get here? Then cross my heart and say a fucking prayer. Whoa-oh-oh. Broken bones and broken glass. Broken hearts and broken heads living their life. Whoa-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh. Broken bones and broken glass. Broken hearts and broken heads living their life. Whoa-oh-oh. Last song and winding road leading us to a never-ending trial to keep our youth. It flashes by in seconds, painfully attained. Blood and sweat, black and blue. Some surrender with nothing to surrender to. Broken bones and broken glass. Broken hearts and broken heads living their life. Whoa-oh-oh. Broken bones and broken glass. Broken hearts and broken heads living their life. Whoa-oh-oh. Broken bones and broken glass. Broken hearts and broken heads living their life. Whoa-oh-oh. Close my eyes, try to make it last. I'll run the wretched memories of my past. Thank you. Thank you. As long as this record is good. Cool. So we got a new record. Ah, that guy's got it. You know what's so fucked up is the first time I saw that was just like ten minutes ago in that back room. And between you and I, just you, the guy with it, nobody else can hear this, I didn't think they were gonna come. I really thought we'd be doing an in-store with no records. But through the magic of science and technology, we have them. It's cool, man, because none of them would have minded if the record hadn't come today, so it wouldn't have been a problem.