Brad Wood - Sorry, Dudes. My Bad. lyrics

It's too much to do on my own My friends, i need you now I'm sorry that i wrecked that tour for us The d** left me wigging out on the bus I'm snapping into slim jims And out to save some souls If i can't do my job, my god What am i even here for? I want to be back in the van Where evil never would nor could nor should ever understand Back in the van It's anything but their outrageous grandstand We're all with you now, we're all with you now Cause if you can think it, then you can make it We're all with you now, we're all with you Forever yours i am, like the ocean to the sand Forever in debt to my band Like i'm in the palm of your hand Though i'm forever wondering why Like a skeptic to the sky Forever yours and yours and yours and yours i am Goodbye