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I look out over the spot We turned into a parking lot And I grow tired The days have grown too long They play their iPods out of speakers Dance music and auto tuned singers And they don't get the joke No they don't see the irony And there was nothing there for me Although I thought that there would be And I'm broken down and tired So thanks for the opportunity We don't give a fuck about a market or how we might saturate it We wrote this song to play it so book another show in your basement I find I'm thinking of home a lot And I'm drinking more than I thought And I've grown tired Because these days have grown too long I didn't start a band for drugs and chicks I started a band because I'm young and pissed SongtexteBut you don't get the joke No you don't see the irony Do you remember when you were 16? When the words you wrote were the main thing When you shoulder tapped for beers and You chase the dreams in your head When the show was all you needed When you sat with friends and you said We don't give a fuck about a market or how we might saturate it We wrote this song to play it so book another show in your basement Aus Songtexte Mania