Frrreeeeeeeee Biiiiiiirrrrrrd!!! Frrrreeeeeeeeeeeeee Biiiiiiiiirrrd!!!!

Don't you say

don't you ever ever say that it was worth it for the profit.

Another day

when I wait there shit-faced

Then I smile when I'm on and sing the songs that 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, Skynyrd, play another song I hate.

I'll just stay on the state streets

Complaining that it's all the same

but too lazy to change anything.

And I can't spend another day thinkin'

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 shit.

And some drunk guys yelling

"Free Bird!" and "Show us your boobs!"

and I'll smile and I'll key their truck.

And it sucks so bad

But I made one Benjamin.

How can I be mad?

I paid one seventh of my rent

And maybe I'll buy a plate of eggs.

I'm not feelin' Minnesota.

I sit next to an ATM and people check their balance during my set.

And play cover songs from the 90's

by one-hit-wonders, Chumbawumba, Tubthumper

and a jersey-wearing motherfucker withdraws his twenty bucks.

words and music by laura stevenson & jeff rosenstock