Always had the dream Now I have the action Spent my time hearing "this is wrong" Broken down disasters smoke filled empty rooms And life of eye to eye to head to head You'll never understand what this means to me Not for approval, not yours anyway Arrange by the numbers Arrange by your casualty Defined by a submission to a common sense That never had anything to do with me As friends are made and lost I always look back smiling Never moved by struggle fate or cost I'd rather stay a loser And laugh at common sense Then rely on safety nets and reminisce As they struggle for mediocrity.
It has always been frustrating to try and explain why we play shows for gas money and sometimes less. "You drove six hours and got paid twenty bucks? What a bunch of losers!" Yeah, I guess we are. "You went on tour without getting any guarantees? You guys are idiots!" Yeah, I guess we are.