Don't you say Don't you ever ever say that it was worth it for the profit. Another day When I wait there shit-faced Then I smile when I'm on and sing the songs that I did not write. And they'll dance to it. And I'll smile and I'll get paid. Baggy pants are stupid. Alt-rock, Skynyrd, play another song I hate. I'll just stay on the state streets Complaining that it's all the same But too lazy to change anything. And I can't spend another day thinkin' These places on street signs are The only places that I've ever been. Drink a free beer, Maybe smoke with the waiter. (It's) the illusion that they all give a shit. And some drunk guys yelling "Free Bird!" and "Show us your boobs!" And I'll smile and I'll key their truck. And it sucks so bad But I made one Benjamin. How can I be mad? I paid one seventh of my rent And maybe I'll buy a plate of eggs. I'm not feelin' Minnesota. I sit next to an ATM and people check their balance during my set. And play cover songs from the 90's By one-hit-wonders, Chumbawumba, Tubthumper And a jersey-wearing motherfucker withdraws his twenty bucks.