I'm all out of money and i feel like a fool
Kicking myself cause i wish i never
Dropped out of school
Signed up with the band
Just a bunch of drunks i can't stand
We're half way to hell and steven's at it again
The vans out of gas
And i think scott's suffering malnutrition
My man's looking thin
Now you've gone and done it my friend
Now there's no where to go
Just a feeling that everything's over
And though nothing's the same
Nothing changes and nothing gets any better
With no purpose in life
There's no reason for going on sober
It's just about all that i can fake
All i get is angry letters breaking my balls
I'm telling you man we spent three weeks
Waiting in klamath falls as motel guests
Swimmin in midges and old milwaukee's best
I can't run from the feeling
That everyone's taking advantage
Bent over and squealing
The world takes a ride on my swollen backside
And this bus load of morons
Is more than my small mind can manage
Its just about all that i can take
Drinkin and smokin and getting the spins
Shaking and puking
I think scott's o d ing on minithins
Repenting his sins
This is my life and these are my friends