Bomb The Music Industry! - Pizza Claus is Comin' to Town lyrics

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Bomb The Music Industry! - Pizza Claus is Comin' to Town lyrics

Let the day roll in, let the day roll out Let the robot transport me from Clayton to my house Let the sh** roll in, let the sh** roll out Because I'm goddamned bound to stick it out with my survival pals Let the sh** crash down Let the sh** crash down Let the servers giggle, holler and ignore the sound And at 2 AM I'll be closing up alone Today I played my first show in, like, twenty-seven days Or got my a** kicked in, like, twenty-seven ways No matter which way it goes, at the end of the day I gotta change my clothes Maybe it's mundane when I explain it to you, but I just need something to do Or else I'll just think about the shows I've played while forgetting all traces Of the people, the places, the music, the faces When we could talk in present tense without being complacent When we could be more honest without being f**ing wasted Man, sh** I let the sh** roll in And at the 2 AM, I'll always be alone inside an empty home And today I played my first show in, like, twenty-seven days Or got my a** kicked in, like, twenty-seven ways No matter which way it goes, at the end of the day I gotta change my clothes Maybe it's mundane when I explain it to you, but I just need something to Do you think I want to be this way? Do you think I want to be this way? Hey, don't you know that I've had better days But we've all had worse and we've all felt hurt so Maybe it's mundane when I explain to you But I just need something to do To get the past out of my head, to stop replaying sh** I've said Put my head right down, scrub hard and I will get through this night Get the past out of my head, stop replaying sh** I've said Put my head right down, scrub hard and I will get through this night Leave the pit, giving pizza to the homeless Show up late at the bar, the drunks are talking about politics I'm not really digging the idea of driving 15 hours at 8 AM The water cascades down my head like dirt on the hood of a six year old van And go to sleep And go to sleep And go to sleep