Moore had the floor he was looking to score
jake was in the back trying to stay laid back
i don't even know what we're doing here anymore
i can't feel anything
puked out the side of a moving van
hayes had the shits and he missed the can
marty and his wife got us settled into the tour
thank god for them
looked inside to a world within
this time it's no easier than it's ever been
mike brought a couple extra aspirin for the pain
i'm jumping again
cocaine coming from around the bend
we'll be up all night to begin again
we got seven hundred miles to be heaven sent
for those broke kids
they're bringin it
sold three records for a bottle of gin
we got a healthy dose of love so we'll be back to win
a few more souls they'll be filing into the shows
at least we hope

i want to believe in what i want to believe