Major League - What You Make Of It lyrics

My dad says "Get wise before you're old son" This is something no one ever learns from Here I am to set this record straight And truth be told about the Garden State It's not the kids or the bands or the shows or my friends It's the feeling of living life on the road Reminding me of how much I hate this place Soon you'll be saying "there goes the under rated kids who made it" So thanks for nothing thanks for nothing I've got my things all packed Leaving this song behind for non believers So Thanks for nothing thanks for nothing I'm sick of partying with the same shady dudes "Hey bro, check out my knuckle tats!" A constant reminder of what I hate in this state Arguing over who called next game Way to make your parents proud And Johnny's screaming the same old sh** We heard it all in his last band Something about how his 'Friends are on Fire' Well if they're all from this town I say we let 'em burn out Soon you'll be saying "there goes the under rated kids who made it" So thanks for nothing thanks for nothing I've got my things all packed Leaving this song behind for non believers So Thanks for nothing thanks for nothing So Listen up! and listen here close It's nothing new to all the breaking out locals I'm giving credit where the credit is due And where it's not just a**ume this songs for you Soon you'll be saying "there goes the under rated kids who made it" So thanks for nothing thanks for nothing I've got my things all packed Leaving this song behind for non believers So Thanks for nothing thanks for nothing Thanks for nothing Thanks for nothing