Don't you say Don't you ever ever say that it was worth it For the profit, yeah Another day when I lay there sh**-faced Then I smile when I'm on and sing the songs I did not write And they'll dance to it And I'll smile and I'll get paid Baggy pants are stupid Alt-rock, Skynard, play another song I hate [Chorus] I'll just stay on the state streets Complaining that's it's all the same But too lazy to change anything And I can't spend another day thinking These places on street signs Are the only places that I've ever been Drink a free beer, maybe smoke with the waiter It's the illusion that they all give a sh** And some drunk guys yelling "Freebird!" and "Show us your b**bs!" And I'll smile when I key their truck, yeah! And it s**s so bad But I made on Benjamin How can I be mad? I made one-seventh of my rent and maybe I'll go buy a plate of eggs [Chorus] Not feeling Minnesota I sit next to an ATM and people check their balance during my set And play cover songs from the 90s By one-hit wonders, Chumbawumba, Tubthumper And a jersey-wearing motherf**er withdraws his twenty bucks [Chorus x2]