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