Amidst the rows of fast food stores

And tattoo parlors

There抯 a crowded little record store

And a band is playing tonight upstairs



Its Friday night 5 bucks at the door

It抯 already packed and they pack in some more

Shoulder to shoulder to shoulder you know

To watch us go



The faces are the same in every town

But it抯 here four hours and change from home

Tired and hungry

No money, just "Good show"

"The money抯 tight you know"



Pack up slightly pissed off

This is where I抦 home.

Clap for me.