Klamath Falls

I'm all out of money and I feel like a fool

Kicking myself cause I wish I never

Dropped out of school

Signed up with the band

Just a bunch of drunks I can't stand

We're half way to hell and steven's at it again

The vans out of gas

And I think scott's suffering malnutrition

My man's looking thin

Now you've gone and done it my friend

Now there's no where to go

Just a feeling that everything's over

And though nothing's the same

Nothing changes and nothing gets any better

With no purpose in life

There's no reason for going on sober

It's just about all that I can fake

All I get is angry letters breaking my balls

I'm telling you man we spent three weeks

Waiting in klamath falls as motel guests

Swimmin in midges and old milwaukee's best

I can't run from the feeling

That everyone's taking advantage

Bent over and squealing

The world takes a ride on my swollen backside

And this bus load of morons

Is more than my small mind can manage

Its just about all that I can take

Drinkin and smokin and getting the spins

Shaking and puking

I think scott's o d ing on minithins

Repenting his sins

This is my life and these are my friends