I want to tour anartica, box polar bears for gas/
the irony is it's more promising than booking in Birmingham/
city kids just don't give a shit, why do we still love these shows/
we pay bills and work our jobs, we don't care we're fucking broke/
sorry, sorry but you'd never book us anyway/
sorry, sorry, the elites don't approve/
sorry, sorry but you'd never book us anyway/
sorry, sorry, I don't need you to approve/
new city, new cold floor, and mall punks to mock my band/
of course I'm as happy as a pig bleeding to death/
I joke on you like I joke on me and my oldest friends/
you're not above my humor even with these benediction trends/
sorry, sorry but you'd never book us anyway/
sorry, sorry, the elites don't approve/
sorry, sorry but you'd never book us anyway/
sorry, sorry, I don't need you to approve/
forgive a small town kid for fucking up worship/
you all seem to be very cool in that indie film kind of way/
I'll leave you to your victims and your good, clean fun/
I'll find a dark corner, i didn't mean to step into frame/
booking hell is hell in itself/
you're cool like Christmas eve/
booking hell is hell in itself/
long live your scene/
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