another show, another fight, another beer, another sleepless night no food or money it's all pay to play drive all night to work an eight hour day seven years of playin shows, where it ends no one knows there's confusion in my head, I wish I was in my bed driving in a beat up van, you wanna critisize the band you don't know what we go through, FUCK YOU
1000 miles away from home where we'll end up no one knows
another city, another town another transmisson run into the ground but you gotta keep going as fast as you can seeing the world from the back of a van how long will we sit at home, get me to the open road I can't pay my fucking rent, all my money has been spent homeless for the next few weeks, can we stay with you to sleep I'd rather make this my life, it's better than working nine to five