Текст: Lawrence Arms. Oh! Calcutta!. [Untitled].

It's burning and it's burning, it's burning,
a fire inside that i just don't believe
some call it anger, some say frustration
but i think i call this ???
this time the circus has left without us
and we could run away
the french is the center now,
hey boys that's great

when i woke up in hawthorne,
i took ocean down to the fairground to see everyone
so beautiful that i drown in the ways of the haircuts,
pancakes and jokes
well i got my bottled water and my nachos,
it came in under twenty bucks
i got that taste in the back of my mouth
with my time on the back of a bus

this summer vacation, its cheap and its true
its ideals are intact, its the best we can do
this time you turn into your own enemy
not sell out or dictate in economies

(whoo!)

these days end in flip-flop and bro attitudes
are the very reason we do what we do
when i say fucking man, its what i believe
no matter who that man happens to be.

there's kevin or that when it all seemed the same
exploit the avenues, fix all the gains
maybe they'll everything that you sell
but i'm outside these fences,
rolling fast down that hill...

for your empty tale
mother fucker!