no sleep till
fuckneckville
its kind of funny, you may not realize it until
phone calls stop
can't get laid
you find out where the parties were some time the next day
one way ticket to seclusion
now you're losing
one way ticket to alienation
you're an inside joke
is everybody supposed to be
impressed with your ability
to make us feel less significant than you
we're all chippin' in to purchase you
a one way first class ticket out of town
millions sold
a mega star
there's a million assholes with ten million guitars
enjoy it now
soon it ends
suddenly you find yourself without any friends
one way ticket to isolation
you can hang with you
you've been given a citation
for excessive social faux pas and obnoxiousness
go ahead keep telling us
your fifteen minute stories about
what you had for breakfast and then for lunch
we're all chippin' in
for one big humble pie
we're gonna smash it in your face
go ahead tell us about
your last great sold out concert
and how your new record's gonna top the charts
we don't care about your expenses
we just wanna have a laugh at your expense