Bacon bits and jalapenos on my polish hot dog,
Half a pound of potato chips, and a beef jerky log.
I press my face to the window, a wrapper sticks to my shirt.
Eight people in a stinky van, a couple more couldn't hurt.
Eat some food off the floor.
I've deleveloped a taste for bread mold.
Ride around in a van, don't take a shower for six weeks and
We've been given superpowers, ask us for an autograph,
We sing, we dance, we'll make you laugh,
Don't you want to be like us?
Everyone in the band can't stand me, just because I fell off the stage,
And kind of by accident, I broke the promoter's legs.
Sometimes we have a deadline, for writing our songs.
Five minutes left to write this one, la, la la, la la, la la.
Sleep in a sleeping bag.
Every floor looks the same as last night.
You wake up, you drive, you play a show, and then you sleep again.
We've been given superpowers, ask us for an autograph,
We sing, we dance, we'll make you laugh,
Don't you want to be like us?
We've been given superpowers, ask about our rock and roll,
Our hair, our clothes, hobbies, and pets.
Does he have a girlfriend yet?
I sometimes feel like I'm Holden Caulfield, sometimes Jack Keroac.
I wanted to be famous, now I want to take it back.
Don't want to rock the mic, don't want to meet the pope.
I just want to share with you, how we got this pease and hope.
I once wanted to be famous,
Now I want to take it back.