I Left My Van In Staten Island

Broken down sending texts to no one.
You're fucked if you think we're going home
Plastic smiles and forced pleasantries
"Dude, we'd love to have you on our next show."

This game is the same as it was last week, telling me "your CD's on repeat"
"But you play too many shows." (We book too many shows)
Then give out free tickets to our gig "Cause the next one's epic, I mean fucking big."
"You don't mind right, we're still bros?"

Another night with nothing to show
But, "It wasn't just you, I've got to get paid to promote."
Resentment builds in festering wounds
It's either keep your head down or let the dogs lunge at your throat

This game is the same as it was last week, telling me "your CD's on repeat"
"But you play too many shows." (We book too many shows)
Then give out free tickets to our gig "Cause the next one's epic, I mean fucking big."
"You don't mind right, we're still bros?"

How about you fuck yourself like you've been fucking us
You play too many shows
How about you fuck yourself like you've been fucking us
You don't mind right we're still bros



Credits
Writer(s): Sexy Teenagers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link