8 Bus Fiasco Lyrics

So I missed the bus

Sometimes it feels like the city hates my guts

Because the lift down to Logan is thirty bucks

We got to the gig but no one showed up

This industry is killing me

Everything about this is disparaging

So put me down for one more round and then I think

That I'll be leaving this whole thing eventually

Swirling down Tecates

Blocking out the malaise

When we're getting drunk

And shouting out our lungs

And I feel that steel against my head

Starting fires in hotel beds

Tommy how did it get this far gone

This'll all work out

This'll all work out

If my dreams are right

This'll all work out

This'll all work out

This'll all work out

If my dreams are right

This'll all work out

Swirling down Tecates

Blocking out the malaise

When we're getting drunk

And shouting out our lungs

And I feel that steel against my head

Starting fires in hotel beds

Tommy how did it get this far gone

Woah oh

Oh oh

Woah oh

Oh oh

Woah oh

Oh oh

Woah oh

Oh oh

I will not be delayed

I will not be delayed

I will not be delayed

I will not be delayed

I will not be delayed

I will not be delayed

I will not be delayed

I will not be delayed