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