1000 Miles

another show, another fight, another beer, another sleepless night
 no food or money it's all pay to play
 drive all night to work an eight hour day
 seven years of playin shows, where it ends no one knows
 there's confusion in my head, I wish I was in my bed
 driving in a beat up van, you wanna critisize the band
 you don't know what we go through, FUCK YOU
 1000 miles away from home
 where we'll end up no one knows
 another city, another town
 another transmisson run into the ground
 but you gotta keep going as fast as you can
 seeing the world from the back of a van
 how long will we sit at home, get me to the open road
 I can't pay my fucking rent, all my money has been spent
 homeless for the next few weeks, can we stay with you to sleep
 I'd rather make this my life, it's better than working nine to five