Lyrics:

Money is the devil shouts the punk rock band Selling 80 dollar tickets to their ever-loving fans That’s the shit I really can’t stand Charging some kid just to shake your hand Wear this not that 90s Nikes or Vans Bleach your hair make sure to stand over there It’s a goddamn frat Where everybody stares We all want to be there Cargo shorts Fish nets Industrial goth wear Land’s End Polo Neon underwear Where’s the guitars Have you seen them anywhere? Where’s the guitars I can’t find them anywhere The floors a nightmare but no one seems to care They all just move around like their Fred Asterie Now I’m moved by a digital snare We all want to be there Name three songs said the snobs at the bar Do what you want said the cats from Mars Exclusion Confusion Just pile in the car We all want to be there

Lyrics:

Put it in the ground, exactly where it stands No need for this to run on because we're nearly there We're clocked out, next to nothing with no way to keep this Running I thought there was a reason playing this scene like an arcade Racking up a score up on a glass Screen while you're withering your worth away Slipping up on words you used to say with ease Now everybody knows that I know that she knows Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday Find a way back now, find a way back now You got something we could use around Last call for the B list actors Running around with their television tongues And paint by number smiles Yet I've known this is how things go for a while now I just can't see the good in it You and me yeah our time is through Picking up the pieces of old statues Clear heads let some light through Take on a new point of view We're clocked out, next to nothing with no way to keep this Running I thought there was a reason, I thought there was a way Now everybody knows that I know that she knows Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday Find a way back now, find a way back now You got something we could use around Oh, its old friends drawing battle lines over bad times No one ever wins Its new friends drawing battle lines over things they heard Oh, it never ends Now everybody knows that I know that she knows Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday Find a way back now, find a way back now You got something we could use around