Backstage, everybody wants a piece of JD
Kathleen's on the phone and I gotta go get paid
See, promoter's making small talk, he says we knocked his socks off
Cinnamint, internet, cinnamon and butter-buns

Who's got the keys?
Oh! Look, man, we just gotta get some sleep
But he said, "Do you guys need a place to stay?"
No, oh, no

No, thanks, just point us to the highway
She said she likes it better when we're angry
Sing that song again that makes me think you're gonna spank me
Head on my jacket like a pillow in the van
When I close my eyes, I'm in a cross-town cab

Hey, who wants to party?
Those girls outside just asked me
Check out's late and they seem cool
So
Okay, okay, okay

Hey, we want a universal healthcare deal
And we want Kissinger on trial for real
We got a right wing king making third world war
Assholes, oil-guys

How many shows 'til we're back in New York?
Killer's got us packed up, coffee in a travel mug
Thinks she got the mix alright, says she wants to drive tonight
The power amp, we call the pamp

The S-2000, we call it the samp
The MPC's do not come on tour
They used to, though, back when we were hardcore
Hey, these girls say that this town sucks, oh
They just wanna know if they could come with us

Hey, who wants to party?
Those girls outside just asked me
Check out's late and they seem cool
So
Okay, okay, okay

Okay

Okay