Another day, all work no play makes jack a fuckin mess
Don't the working week just make ya sick
Down the stairs flip the switch and listen for the hum
So begins another lost weekend
Three bands, one mic
Five bucks a head
You know the address
Ah Baker Street boys shock and destroy
Lined up around the block
Damned weirdos on parade
Ah out on the lawn screaming til dawn
There goes the neighborhood
Lost boys of suburbia
These are the days bleeding sweat on filthy concrete floors
Lost in orchestrated violence
I'm losing my mind, but don't we all go a little mad sometimes
When the music hits a fevered pitch
Basement breakdown
Things are moving too slow
Get on with the show
Flashlights sirens cops at the door
The final encore
