no sleep 'til Fuckneckville, it's kind of funny you may not realize it until

phone call stop, can't get laid, you find out where the parties were some time the next day



one way ticket to seclusion, now your losin'

one way ticket to alienation, you're an inside joke



is everybody supposed to be impressed with your ability to make us feel less significant than you

we're all chippin' in the purchase you a one way first class ticket outta town



millions sold, a mega star, there's a million assholes with ten million guitars

enjoy it now, soon it ends, suddenly you find yourself without any friends



one way ticket to isolation, you can hang with you

you've been given a citation for excessive social faux pas and obnoxiousness



go ahead keep telling us your fifteen-minute stories about what you had for breakfast then for lunch

we're all chippin' for one big humble pie, we're gonna smash it in your face

go ahead tell us about your last great sold out concert and how your new record's gonna top the charts

we don't care 'bout your expenses, we just wanna have a laugh at your expense