Green Room.
They have ideals, they have their music and they have their code. Sleep on the floor of anyone that will let your band crash. Load the gear in the van. Hit every diner, bar and hole-in-the wall that will take you. Get your cut of the door cover and hope it's enough to gas up the van on the way to the next show. If it's not you're going to have to siphon your way home. This is the punk rock life. This is how music was meant to be. It means going anywhere you can get your message out, and using any means necessary to put on show after show as long as it's done your way. In this life, you're lucky to have a room over your head and gas in the van, let alone a green room before a performance. At least that's what they thought when they decided to take a show hosted by skin-heads. When they accidentally became witnesses to a crime, their haven became their prison. For those of you who aren't familiar with one, a "green room" is a spec