It's time to pack , load the van and go. Hit the road again, do another show. We try to sleep or listen to the radio. Might as well get comfortable we've got a long, long way to go. If we get there early, we park the car. Then we try to find out where the record stores are. Then we unload our stuff and hope we get some food. It always taste like shit, but we try not to be rude. Me and the boys ain't afraid to raise our voices, but we hardly ever act it is sad but it's a fact. There is much for us to do, tear down and build up new, but we speak from our heart and that's a start. Then its time to play, oh man the crowd is crazy. At least the two drunk punks, who ever said that punks are lazy? When the show is over and all of the people has gone, we talk about the gig and all the mistakes we've done. I never thought we'd go this far, I mean, we even got our own car and it takes us where ever we want to go. We get to play in lousy bars and hang out with the superstars from the local support act.
Writer(s): Fredrik Granberg, Johan Brandstrom, Johan Gustafsson
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