All these rocky mountains
to play five songs and drink some more
and fall asleep
Getting taped by locals
Don't have the nerve to ask for food and die of thirst
In the backseats of rented wrecks
Let's hope these wheels got what it takes to carry us home
Backdrops made of denim
T-shirt salesmen and the followers it brings
Single package systems
Some DJ's and you know the riot that that brings
I wanna turn all their dance floors into a burning inferno of ba ba ba
I play the piano and I play the guitar
I've played it in clubs and I've played it in bars
I visit your city
and I've slept on your floors
I borrowed your strings
and I've heard you're hardcore
still I can't get enough of it
did you see me eating frosties from your fridge
And the rice cookies you never ate,
they were all gone when you went into the kitchen