I'm running on a few bucks and good luck to get us through the state Our ride just broke down we're out of town With nowhere left to stay If I could get this damn van started Swear I'll never use the brakes again It's cold as shit and this old car scent is anything but pleasant Now we're on our way back home I've got my best friend in the front seat and the van back on the road Guess things would be different if we missed out on a show But I'll trade efficient trips for sick mosh pits anytime you wanna go 'Cause we're happy here left our worries at the door Nothing left to fear I'm not hiding anymore Won't waste my time Or live a life I can't endure Don't care what they say I know what I'm living for Take me back to sweat-soaked floors Grimy bathrooms with invisible doors Smell the stale beer and cigarettes you stole from the store Got a shit job at home that I don't want anymore I don't want anymore I don't want anymore I don't want anymore I don't want anymore