Brenham, Tx

Frustrated and farmer-tanned

We drove through a not so promised land

With an eighteen hour plan

To get the hell away from houston

And push the tables against the wall

With our hopes as high as brenham's small

Pulling strings

Our hearts are dangling by a thread

Around the neck of this college town

But i can't say there's something better

Then when an idea comes together

For the sake of saving the sanity of a band

Cause we can't catch a break

Or sit up straight

But we're doing the best we can

Team works taken over

Over your shoulder

And the shortest shorts ever seen on a man