Nobody Wants to Play Last
The unemployed drummer of the other local band
Told the booker he works early in the morning
He asked the touring band if they're down to share their kit
They're pretending not to have a big issue with it
I redeemed all my drink tickets just to pass the time
Waiting for the show to start was getting boring
A crowd is trickling in and the stage is full of gear
But the other local band's singer still isn't here
There's gotta be a better way
Than playing way too fuckin' late on a Tuesday
To the five friends I begged to go
And the echo of all the people on the patio
I wonder why I even try
To fight for such little crumbs of a stale pie
This situation feels so wrong
I can't go along
I need a new stage, a new song
The touring band's okay, but there's rumors goin' 'round
'Bout the bassist and his sexual liaisons
There's an underage girl that he snuck into the show
But the grizzly old bouncer pretends not to know
When I ask any staff if the bands are getting paid
Their responses sound like algebra equations
I work two jobs so I can pay my rent
Even half a tank of gas would feel heaven sent
Told the booker he works early in the morning
He asked the touring band if they're down to share their kit
They're pretending not to have a big issue with it
I redeemed all my drink tickets just to pass the time
Waiting for the show to start was getting boring
A crowd is trickling in and the stage is full of gear
But the other local band's singer still isn't here
There's gotta be a better way
Than playing way too fuckin' late on a Tuesday
To the five friends I begged to go
And the echo of all the people on the patio
I wonder why I even try
To fight for such little crumbs of a stale pie
This situation feels so wrong
I can't go along
I need a new stage, a new song
The touring band's okay, but there's rumors goin' 'round
'Bout the bassist and his sexual liaisons
There's an underage girl that he snuck into the show
But the grizzly old bouncer pretends not to know
When I ask any staff if the bands are getting paid
Their responses sound like algebra equations
I work two jobs so I can pay my rent
Even half a tank of gas would feel heaven sent
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Writer(s): Sean Padilla
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