It was grade seven when we started calling him Dean
He wore a lot of wrestling t-shirts back then
He didn’t care to keep them clean
In that grade that I started playing in other bands as a drummer
It wasn’t until the 12th grade we started this project and nothing could be funner
Telling jokes poorly over offensive guitar frequencies
As Dean O’Mac struggled behind the drum kit frequently
In Toronto, I finish college and Dean O shows his face
We found Munchie in hockey rink, outdoors
And things began to change
We wrote songs, put out albums, got a car and we toured
We named that car Betty
She was a shitty old ford
Now, Dean O’Mac, you rest well
And Munchie and I will move forward
Your name is forever carved in this sword
The one that we’ll use to chop down hate and our enimies
Don’t worry dude
I hear you
Your vibes, they are sent to me

We miss ya O’Mac
We all want ya back
It way hard to believe – o
We miss ya O’Mac
Your cough and your hack
We all want ya ya back, Dean O
We all want ya back, Dean O

I believe in strength and wisdom
Being able to gravitate to genuine connections
Being honest to yourself and getting up after vicious blows
to your confidence, prior covictions, emotions and your body
Cuz scars are just stronger skin – wear them with a smile
B’cuz a collection of connections on your most troubled day
Will stand next to you and listen what you have to say
But give it all back and don’t expect consistent attention
B’cuz life is all about what you get through

pride,

hard work

and dedication