Everybodys got themselves a plan Everybody thinks they'll be The man incuding the girls The musicians who lack the friends to start a band, The singer song writers The rest of us are DJ's or official club photographers Anbd tonight I'm playing another Nambooka show So I'm going through my phone book texting everyone i know And quite a few I dont whose numbers found their way onto my phone But I migh come along anyway, you never really know Because none of this is going anywhere And pretty soon we'll all be old And no one left alive will really care About our glory days when we sold our souls But if your all about the destination. Then take a fucking flight Where going nowhere slowley but seeing all the signs And where deffinatly going to hell But we'll have all the best stories to tell.