Tour Song

[Intro]

"It's Sunday. We're broken down in the top of Massachusetts looking for a hotel room. The show's off, uh, it's pretty heavy."

[Verse 1]

Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men

I need some sleep

They hate the songs

We hate 'em too

This show is free

Twenty minutes in, I broke another fucking string

Just call it luck

They start to leave

I start to plead

Someone, someone yells, "You suck!"

[Pre-Chorus]

Suddenly that Joe kicks hard in my veins

I cool down

Things sound good right now

Suddenly fists turn into brave ears, move as one

[Chorus]

Funny how no one knows we came

They wouldn't come anyway

Should I feel grateful to play?

I'm living life my way

I fell in love with my enemy

I let go of everything I had left at home

I fell in love with my enemy

I let go

[Verse 2]

Two cool people came

They're hiding by the door

Eyes wide with fright

A guy, a girl

In love with the whole world

It almost makes it right

[Pre-Chorus]

Suddenly that Joe kicks hard in my veins

I cool down

Things sound good right now

Suddenly fists turn into brave ears, move as one

[Chorus]

Funny how no one knows we came

They wouldn't come anyway

Should I feel grateful to play?

I'm living life my way

I fell in love with my enemy

I let go of everything I had left at home

I fell in love with my enemy

I let go of everything I had left at home

[Unknown sample]

[Outro]

Every little thing, every little thing

Every little, every little thing, every little thing

Every little thing, every little thing must go wrong