Write This Down I'll Make You Famous
Hey!!
Let's go
I was driving down the interstate
looking for a getaway from all the killjoy jobs.
And I know how every single song
goes DJ turn the volume up let's get on the dance floor
and it's a bore and it's rerun I've heard before on the
last song.
They're scraping from the bottom of the barrel
for a new improved original that no ones heard before.
Another party jam everybody's getting out of hand, out
of hand.
Another wasted youth falling on the floor,
crawling out the door just slipping away.
Show time the party scene is filing in looking
for a hideaway from all the deadbeats clones.
And I know how every single night
goes crash out on the balcony tearing up the front
lawn.
And its a bore it's a rerun I've seen before every
weekend
and they're scraping from the bottom of the barrel
for a new improved original that no ones heard before.
Another party jam everybody's getting out of hand, out
of hand.
Another wasted youth falling on the floor
crawling out the door just slipping away.
We're slipping, just slipping away,
we're wasting just wasting our days.
Another party jam everybody's getting out of hand, out
of hand.
Another wasted youth falling on the floor,
crawling out the door just slipping away.
