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