We're on the bus, we're lost again We shot the driver in the head We found ourselves in old San Juan The fire brigade had to cool them down The key won't work, kicked down the door Room numbers right, but it's not my floor We're in Quebec on a bumpy road Jake was airborne in the mobile home Chorus: Close your eyes and picture this This is who we are I sat down and made a list So good, so far We bought a saw at Mobile One It's hard to check in with handcuffs on In Caracas we came too soon We found a mummy in our dressing room One day we lost one hundred grand It cost that much just to play Milan I found my face in Bild Zeitung It's not my car and I'm not that dumb Repeat Chorus: They carved a hole straight through the wall The only way to get in the hall An open air, the crew backed up Never sleep under a ten ton truck Repeat Chorus: We stopped the bus and blocked his car Does he still wonder where his keys are? It's time to eat, here comes the crew A fire extinguisher clears the room We're on our way to the show Do we need guns in our limo? What goes up must come down We needed more, so we stuck around