The Mojo Apostles
The Mojo Apostles - Modesto lyrics
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It's Thursday and I think this is Modesto But it might be hell Cause they kinda smell the same Waiting with our guitars tuned For the crowd promised by the booking dude Another gig enshrined in the hall of lame The bartender's nice that counts for something She says last night this place was wall to wall We got lost looking for a stripclub show In the Central Valley barrio And that was still the high point of the night When are we gonna wake up When are we gonna quit When are we gonna get tired Of taking all this shit We should be hopped up on the goofer Banging hookers by the pool I guess my mom was right I should've stayed in school And bought a house in Modesto Ringadingding went the brass ring down the sewer And can you hear the rattle in my lungs We went down to the crossroads with our demo It wasn't quite what they were looking for But the secretary said that they'd get back to us When are we gonna grow up When are we gonna admit That we ain't going nowhere And we look like idiots Jumping around like monkeys On Tuesday nights for free Dreaming of escargots And eating Chef Boyardee In a minimart in Modesto (Modesto) What drugs are we on What keeps us rolling on I'm so tired of Vaseline And them pissing all over me Fat guts and rotten teeth Never meeting Yasmine Bleeth It's a long way to the middle From the bottom of the heap If you lived here you'd be home by now And we'd be the dummies sleeping in the van on your cul-de-sac jack with a nicotine hack If you lived here you'd be home by now A twenty hour day eleven drink tickets rock and roll is an awful sticky wicket If I lived here I'd be dead by now Have a pretty little bullet in my head by now