• Depression Is No Fun
  • I Don't Love You Anymore
  • 493 Ruth
  • Jobs Schmobs
  • Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup and Salad Days
  • No Rest for the Whiny
  • 25 Hour Goddamn Telethon
  • Bike Test 1 2 3
  • Side Projects Are Never Successful
  • Pizza Claus Is Comin' to Town
  • The Last Party (Foul)
  • Get Warmer
  • Never Trust a Man Without A Horribly Embarrassing Secret
  • Even Winning Feels Bad
  • Old and Unprofessional
  • Blow Your Brains Out on Live TV!!!
  • Syke! Life Is AWESOME!
  • Congratulations, John, on Joining Every Time I Die
  • I'm a Panic Bomb, Baby!
  • Big Plans of Sleeping In
  • Stand There Until You're Sober
  • Does Your Face Hurt? No? 'cause It's Killing Me!!!
  • Stuff That I Like
  • Ready... Set... No!!!
  • My Response to an Article in Alternative Press
  • Everybody That You Love
  • 5 Funerals
  • Happy Anterrabae Day!!!
  • Showerbeers!
  • Sweet Home Cananada
  • Future 86
  • Dude, Get With the Program
  • Vocal Coach
  • All Alone in My Big Empty Apartment
  • Campaign for a Better Next Weekend
  • Funcoland vs. The Southern Electorate
  • It Ceases to Be "Whining" If You're Still "Shitting Blood"
  • It Shits!!!
  • It's Official! We're Booorrrrrriiiiing!!!
  • Cold Chillin' Cold Chillin'
  • 25!
  • King of Minneapolis Pts. I & II
  • Fresh Attitude, Young Body
  • Wednesday Night Drinkball
  • Sorry, Brooklyn. Dancing Won't Solve Anything.
  • Saddr Weirdr
  • Grudge Report
  • "FRRRREEEEE BIIIIIIIRRRRD!!!!!! FRRRRREEEEEEEEE BIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRDDDDD!!!!!!!"
  • Bomb the Music Industry! (and Action Action) (and Refused) (and Born Against) Are Fucking Dead.
  • (Shut) Up the Punx!!!

Let the day roll in, let the day roll out
Let the robot transport me from Clayton to my house
Let the shit roll in, let the shit roll out
Because I'm goddamned bound to stick it out with my survival pals

Let the shit crash down
Let the shit crash down
Let the servers giggle, holler and ignore the sound
And at 2 AM I'll be closing up alone

Today I played my first show in, like, twenty-seven days
Or got my ass kicked in, like, twenty-seven ways
No matter which way it goes, at the end of the day I gotta change my clothes
Maybe it's mundane when I explain it to you, but I just need something to do

Or else I'll just think about the shows I've played while forgetting all traces
Of the people, the places, the music, the faces
...

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