Well, I've been somewhere in the middle
Drowning in the drivel, whatever it's all out of my hands
And I've been choking on the ashes of the burnt out middle classes
Finger fucking it with both of my hands
Goddamn, don't you know who I am? GoddamnAnd now the future's looking brighter for bad song writers
Yeah, we are laughing just as hard as we can
You know the powder makes us funny, my shit's all runny
Yeah, I'm writing this with trembling handsGoddamn, I don't know where I am
Goddamn, I don't know where I amMake way, dead man leaving
For one night, your town's home
Make way my head's heaving
Don't touch me, man I'll throw
Ready to goReady to go, ready to go, ready to goPass the check and I'll get it
Living on credit and every thing's running to plan
But I just can't figure, who leads the lead singer
Shut the fuck up man and pass me the gramGoddamn, I don't you know who I am?
Goddamn, I don't you know who I am?Make way, dead man leaving
For one night, your town's home
Make way my head's heaving
Don't touch me, man I'll throw
Ready to goReady to go, ready to goMake way, dead man leaving
For one night, your town's home
Make way my head's heaving
Don't touch me, man I'll throw
Ready to goReady to go, ready to go
I'm ready to blow