We know the way that shit gets sometimes with bank accounts empty and gas prices too high.
We're pushing the van up snowy inclines and dancing with cops on the Virginia road side.
We're banned for life from Ft. Eustis.
It doesn't make a difference.
The sound guy here's got shit against us.
We came here to do this.
We're six dudes from the keystone state.
We're broke as fuck, but we can't complain.
We haven't showered in at least four days.
This shit's a bust but we'll get stoked on it.
In Small-Town PA, we're busting meth labs and drive-by assaulting people in Spanish.
Donde esta la cave?
We're passing out on the couch in Long Island.
Through shitty flights and homeless nights we stay tight, cause we're just:
(Crashed the van four times in England, made fun of kids with stupid accents, partied on the streets of London.)
