Don't you say don't you ever ever say that it was worth it for the profit. Another day when I wait there shit-faced Then I smile when I'm on and sing the songs that I did not write.
And they'll dance to it. And I'll smile and I'll get paid. Baggy pants are stupid. Alt-rock, Skynyrd, play another song I hate.
I'll just stay on the state streets Complaining that it's all the same but too lazy to change anything. And I can't spend another day thinkin' These places on street signs are the only places that I've ever been.
Drink a free beer, maybe smoke with the waiter. (It's) the illusion that they all give a shit. And some drunk guys yelling "Free Bird!" and "Show us your boobs!" and I'll smile and I'll key their truck.
And it sucks so bad But I made one Benjamin. How can I be mad? I paid one seventh of my rent And maybe I'll buy a plate of eggs.
I'm not feelin' Minnesota. I sit next to an ATM and people check their balance during my set. And play cover songs from the 90's by one-hit-wonders, Chumbawumba, Tubthumper and a jersey-wearing motherfucker withdraws his twenty bucks