Punker Plus

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