Amidst the rows of fast food stores
And tattoo parlors
There s a crowded little record store
And a band is playing tonight upstairs

Its Friday night 5 bucks at the door
It s already packed and they pack in some more
Shoulder to shoulder to shoulder you know
To watch us go

The faces are the same in every town
But it s here four hours and change from home
Tired and hungry
No money, just "Good show"
"The money s tight you know"

Pack up slightly pissed off
This is where I m home.
Clap for me