Moore had the floor he was looking to score Jake was in the back trying to stay laid back I don't even know what we're doing here anymore I can't feel anything Puked out the side of a moving van Hayes had the shits and he missed the can Marty and his wife got us settled into the tour Thank god for them Looked inside to a world within This time it's no easier than it's ever been Mike brought a couple extra aspirin for the pain I'm jumping again Cocaine coming from around the bend We'll be up all night to begin again We got seven hundred miles to be heaven sent For those broke kids They're bringin it Sold three records for a bottle of gin We got a healthy dose of love so we'll be back to win A few more souls they'll be filing into the shows At least we hope ... I want to believe in what i want to believe