I'm running on a few bucks and good luck to get us through the state
Our ride just broke down we're out of town
With nowhere left to stay
If I could get this damn van started
Swear I'll never use the brakes again
It's cold as shit and this old car scent is anything but pleasant
Now we're on our way back home
I've got my best friend in the front seat and the van back on the road
Guess things would be different if we missed out on a show
But I'll trade efficient trips for sick mosh pits anytime you wanna go
'Cause we're happy here left our worries at the door
Nothing left to fear I'm not hiding anymore
Won't waste my time
Or live a life I can't endure
Don't care what they say
I know what I'm living for
Take me back to sweat-soaked floors
Grimy bathrooms with invisible doors
Smell the stale beer and cigarettes you stole from the store
Got a shit job at home that I don't want anymore
I don't want anymore
I don't want anymore
I don't want anymore
I don't want anymore