Wash down this Adderall with cheap beer cause we've got gear to haul
This ain't no dive or concert hall but we're still here
We're fuckin' wall to wall
I write songs searching for sympathy and to get the other losers to hang out with me
There's a way to play for your friends but you still feel cool
So I'll exaggerate about the shows I do
It's a lot
It's often
We say the same thing the same way
We're washed up
You want more?
We got you
This ain't no one trick show
It won't cost you
Now we're standing here
We're all just punks, outcasts, freaks and queers
I got this ringing in my ears but fuck it I don't care
Long nights from even longer days and the pays not great but that's not why we play
It's a great escape from everyday being someone's tool
So I'll exaggerate about the shows I do
