Can't help
Thinking to myself
"Can't you take this somewhere else?"
There's just no space
Or time and place
We're trying hard to squeeze in
The breathing room you've graced
It costs more than the bottom line
To take home what we've paid
Stop mistaking this
For something you can fake
So long you took
To make us wait
It's becoming a crime scene
Punk-pristine, see
Shit-clique dramatic royalty
Are saving empty seats
I'm trying to see through
The smoke you blow
How much I owe ya
For my own show
I didn't know we were
Running up a toll
Come I can't even hope
To count on you
Packing up too slow, but hey
Thanks for the intro
I kinda already knew these folks
So you can do-it-yourself
Make friends you hate
With somebody else
Or else, get out
No reservations
First come, first served
No generator fundraiser cut
You heard?
Call off all proud assumptions
Shoot on sight party bills
Know everybody's talking
Know everybody's ill
You've got your headline
You've had your fill
We've got citations
We foot the bill