no sleep 'till Fuckneckville it's kinda funny, you may not realize it until phone calls stop, can't get laid you find out where the parties were some time the next day
one way ticket to seclusion, now you lose it all one way ticket to alienation, you're an inside joke is everybody supposed to be impressed with your ability to make us feel less significant than you? we're all chippin' in to purchase you a one-way, first-class ticket out of town
millions sold, mega-star there's a million assholes with ten million guitars enjoy it now, soon it ends suddenly you find yourself without any friends
one way ticket to isolation, you can hang with you you've been given a citation for excessive social faux pas and obnoxiousness go ahead, keep telling us your fifteen-minute stories about what you had for breakfast, then for lunch we're all chippin' in for one big humble pie; we're gonna smash it in your face
go ahead tell us about your last week's sold out concert and how your new record's gonna top the charts we don't care about your expenses we just wanna have a laugh at your expense