Matt Bradley's got the broken teeth
He wears a jean jacket with a bullet in the sleeve
He's just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC
And I sing along
I sing along
My tears don't matter much,
They don't matter much [x2]
Doug Deluca's voice could break a heart
I recorded every song
I used up three whole tapes, and put 'em in a box
To give away
To break a heart
My tears don't matter much,
They don't matter much [x2]
When the boys sing their songs
And the kids they sing along...
I'm just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC
And I sing along
I sing along
Cory Branan's got an evil streak
And a way with words that'll bring you to your knees
Oh he can play the wildest shows and he can sing so sweet
I still sing along
My tears don't matter much,
They don't matter much [x2]
When the boys sing their songs
And the kids they sing along...
I'm just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC
And I sing along
I still sing along
My tears don't matter much,
They don't matter much [x6]