It's hard to wake up,
When all the bus's doors are shut,
This tour is haunted,
It's so pathetic,
It makes no sence at all,
I have no things to say,
The band up and went away,
If some stupid song,
Could fix this band,
I'd read it all night long

CHROUS:
So here's some money,
Please dont spend it this time,
You need it for the band,
It's not mine,
So when you're broke and gone,
Will you remember your songs,
Forty years down the line,
The bands not mine.

Your voice hurts my ears,
Been runnin strong for ten long years,
Rather than fix the problems,
They make some new songs,
It makes no since at all,
I see them everyday,
They get along so why can't we,
If this is what I want,
Is it what you want?
Or are you just not quite sure.

CHROUS X 2