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Sorry, Dudes. My Bad. (In Defense Of The Genre)
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it's too much to do on my own, my friends, I need you now
I'm sorry that I wrecked that tour for us
the drugs left me wigging out on the bus
I'm snapping into Slim Jims and out to save some souls
If I can't do my job, my god, what am I even here for?

I want to be back in the van
where evil never would nor could nor should ever understand
back in the van
it's anything but their outrageous grandstand.

[Coby]
"Dude, I know you got your problems, we all do.
I'm here with you man, we've been in this band forever, don't let it go man."

[Alex]
"Max I will sell you this xanax for five dollars
and we can go to the waffle house and talk about aliens.
It'll be chronic!"

[Chris Conley]
(cause if you want it then come and get it
we're all with you now, we're all with you now
cause if you think it then you can make it
we're all with you now we're all with you)

I want to be back in the van
where evil never would nor could nor should ever understand
back in the van,
it's anything but their outrageous grandstand

forever yours I am, like the ocean to the sand
forever in debt to my band like I'm in the palm or your hand
though I'm forever wondering why like a skeptic to the sky
forever yours and yours and yours and yours I am
goodbye

I want to be back in the van
where evil never would nor could nor should ever understand
back in the van
it's anything but their outrageous grandstand

 
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