Punker Plus

Backstage, everybody wants a piece of JD

Kathleen's on the phone and I gotta go get paid

See, promoter's making small talk, he says we knocked his socks off

Cinnamint, internet, cinnamon and butter-buns

Who's got the keys?

Oh! Look, man, we just gotta get some sleep

But he said, "Do you guys need a place to stay?"

No, oh, no

No, thanks, just point us to the highway

She said she likes it better when we're angry

Sing that song again that makes me think you're gonna spank me

Head on my jacket like a pillow in the van

When I close my eyes, I'm in a cross-town cab

Hey, who wants to party?

Those girls outside just asked me

Check out's late and they seem cool

So

Okay, okay, okay

Hey, we want a universal healthcare deal

And we want Kissinger on trial for real

We got a right wing king making third world war

Assholes, oil-guys

How many shows 'til we're back in New York?

Killer's got us packed up, coffee in a travel mug

Thinks she got the mix alright, says she wants to drive tonight

The power amp, we call the pamp

The S-2000, we call it the samp

The MPC's do not come on tour

They used to, though, back when we were hardcore

Hey, these girls say that this town sucks, oh

They just wanna know if they could come with us

Hey, who wants to party?

Those girls outside just asked me

Check out's late and they seem cool

So

Okay, okay, okay

Okay

Okay