We all want to scream We all want to laugh Say bring it on That's the price you pay For stepping on that floor For wanting it that badly Motivation And nothing here to do We'd sit around that truckstop table And talk it through Motivation There's so much left to see That whiskey bottle's almost empty At least we're still friends We can always sit on the steps And laugh about it Things change alot Not always for the best But damn we're lucky God damn we're lucky