We've got empty wallets
We can barely stay alive
The poster boys of procrastination
We do a lot of high fives
We don't mean to disappoint
No direction right now
We wrote the book on relaxation
I'm going for another lie down

Texas, you're the only one we need.

There's no date on the flyer
For the greatest show on earth
I could sell tickets across the nation
But I don't know what it's worth
I know it's gonna happen
Don't know when it will hit
But I know one thing 
When it finally comes along 
I won't regret one bit

We can't stop
We won't stop
Because you say we're not "punk-rock"