493 Ruth
I brought a guitar
I brought a handful of credit cards
I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit
That I'll probably never use
I took 95
And then I transferred to the I-85
Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth
Then I drove through my backyard
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I could never understand why people can't begin again
It wouldn't stop raining, we didn't have our key
'Till we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM
They said from LA to London there is no other place
I would rather live then here
We had to unpack things
Just to get to the mattress and box spring
Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home, a blue house with no cable and with no telephone
Just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen
How people can't appreciate it takes time to make something great
Yeah, I know I'm repeating myself here, yeah, I know I'm repeating myself again
Shake the shakes away, shake the shakes away
Shake the shakes away, shake the shakes away
If you're going uphill at a very rapid speed, soon there's nowhere to go but down
So take the time to rise back up and up and up and up and up
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I could never understand why people can't begin again
Why people can't appreciate it's okay to do something great
Yeah, I know I'm repeating myself again and again and again
I brought a handful of credit cards
I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit
That I'll probably never use
I took 95
And then I transferred to the I-85
Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth
Then I drove through my backyard
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I could never understand why people can't begin again
It wouldn't stop raining, we didn't have our key
'Till we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM
They said from LA to London there is no other place
I would rather live then here
We had to unpack things
Just to get to the mattress and box spring
Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home, a blue house with no cable and with no telephone
Just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen
How people can't appreciate it takes time to make something great
Yeah, I know I'm repeating myself here, yeah, I know I'm repeating myself again
Shake the shakes away, shake the shakes away
Shake the shakes away, shake the shakes away
If you're going uphill at a very rapid speed, soon there's nowhere to go but down
So take the time to rise back up and up and up and up and up
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I could never understand why people can't begin again
Why people can't appreciate it's okay to do something great
Yeah, I know I'm repeating myself again and again and again
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Rosenstock
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