They say you start a band then you will have it made my friend Not a thing to think about or care until the end All the smokes that you can smoke and drinks that you can drink The only thing to think about is don’t forget to blink But I don’t care about this anymore, another fucking night just sleeping on the floor another day another night and still its all the same I’ve drank so fucking much tonight that I forget my name I’ve heard this song before (Played by the kids that live next door) It always left me wanting more (because I never knew what for) Again from 9 to five am (I lay awake in bed again) Its Friday night and I’m looking for a friend Another Friday night another show another buck I wish right now I would have done some more to trade my luck Playing for some coke heads and some fucking hipster queers They all look the same to me when I look in the mirror But I don’t care about this anymore, another fucking night just sleeping on the floor another day another night and still its all the same I’ve drank so fucking much tonight that I’m the one to blame I’ve heard this song before (Played by the kids that live next door) It always left me wanting more (because I never knew what for) Again from 9 to five am (I lay awake in bed again) Its Friday night and I’m looking for a friend Remember when we used to go out every night and pass out drunk I don’t even think we remember half those fucking nights I’ve heard this song before (Played by the kids that live next door) It always left me wanting more (because I never knew what for) Again from 9 to five am (I lay awake in bed again) Its Friday night and I’m looking for a friend

"Side Projects Are Never Successful" - Written By Bomb The Music Industry It was a hot June day, and my ass was sticking to the seat of my girlfriend's car. Staten Island traffic in the summer, baby. And when you stuff yourself into a suit and tie do you think the judge can see through the sweat as he gives you your fine for a post-panic attack speeding ticket on a 90 degree day in New York. And yeah, you're gonna drive home for three hours to work in a basement for tribute bands making posters to pay about a fifth of that price. It's just Staten Island traffic in teh summer. Oh! That orange ball. That burning orb of fire in the sky is gonna explode and we're all gonna die! Except for the foolish few who will "think ahead" and drive their SUV's to their bomb shelters Complain about air conditioning because "baby, we ain't got no more electricity." They wanna rise when it's done, be a leader with a gun. Be a leader of what? Like a hundred and one? Well, fuck it, I'm gonna hang out on the rooftop when it comes. 'Cause when it's dark, it'll be night time, baby. And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess. The only stores that are open, baby. They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream. And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk and we'll talk talk talk about how much fun we had, yeah, when we were fuckin' the world. Through the glares on our windshields, we can't see each others eyes, just McDonalds cups and wrappers that they're throwing at full speed. And yes, I long for a shadow. And yes, I always appreciate the irony that the only cool comfort that allows us to see is a goddamn billboard. Sing it with me. A BILL BOARD IS THE ONLY THING PREVENTING US FROM BLINDLY CRASHING. And we'll never see a city not marred by advertisements, and we'll NEVER have a future not working for those companies, and it's sure as shit not getting better so we might as well accept it now, oh. And that really doesn't cheapen anything because, baby, we're all born to be businessmen. Every Fugazi record has a catalog number and a price tag and every independent label is selling you another goddamn product. But, NO, WE'RE not slaves to the music. Oh no, WE'RE not slaves to the company, baby. We do what we're born and raised to do and when you create something, you're producing something and that act of producing is the creation of a product. 'Cause when it's night, it'll be night time, baby. And I'll get my ass on up out of this mess. The only stores that are open, baby. They gonna sell beer, and they're gonna sell ice cream. And we'll drink drink drink and get drunk drunk drunk and we'll talk talk talk about how much fun we had, yeah, when we were fuckin' the world. Oh we were fucking the world. Yeah, we were fu fu cking cking the the world world. When the sun drops, you ain't gonna be hungover the next day. When the comet hits, you ain't gonna have no bills to pay. When the bomb hits, it's gonna be a four day weekend. Hey hey! When it's all done I'm gonna feel great finally. And when I finally got to work today, I ate my Subway sandwich, and I drank my Coca-Cola Classic, and then I ate my Sunchips and I thought about the weekend when I'd fill up my Ford van with Mobil brand gas and drive to the Clear Channel venue and I'd drink myself a Budweiser and play my Fender guitar through my Fender amplifier and tell the kids with a straight face through a Shure microphone and JBL speakers that corporate rock is for suckers.

"Me and My Friends" Hey Walker, I was never a talker But I’ll try to speak louder than Willcox's stalker And you know I'm friends with Eimon who's a bit of a joker He doesn't eat beef and not even a smoker Bacardi blue, not without you the ocean size of all our lives I never thought I’d see the light. (I'm not drinking without you Jordan!) Me and my friends we like to do things are way The chemistry of living life out on the highway Well I Know That all our lives are fine (Don't listen to Doug he's an asshole) And I See Were all just doing fine (Jon borrowed money off his parents) Sometimes I've seen the worst can happen Sometimes all you have is your friends And you know my friend Dustin, he's a bit of a dick Who left for Japan and never showed up again And my friend Sarah don't get me started Who hasn't even called me since...(I don't even fucking know) (McLeod) I got sister who doesn't like me And I got a dad who always calls me "Hey Jammer" Cry me a river my life is fuckin sweet I'm in a band and things will never get better (Herbold) My name's Cameron, and I drink like a hipster Every fucking beer that is 10 bucks or cheaper I tried to learn the trumpet when I was in high school Jeff would be proud (ASOB fucking broke up) (Krause) Hey I'm Jon don't forget about me, I'm back to pour you a Blondie for free. And I'm off to Nate's because he's throwing a kegger, but nothing ever beats a best of seven at beer pong. Well I Know That all our lives are fine (Jess Richards will never be a dancer) And I See Were all just doing fine (Krishan Siew dropped out of SFU) Sometimes I've seen the worst can happen Sometimes all you have is your friends Well I Know That all our lives are fine (Kubin's not the best at getting wasted) And I See Were all just doing fine (Bj has to goto court in Princeton) Sometimes I've seen the worst can happen Sometimes all you have is your friends

"I Expect This To Be Salaciously Misunderstood" It's nothing he said It's nothing he's done It was all in her head When she hides from her son I've tried to find some reasons to combine with your eyes I've realized you did the same thing when wrote those lines When did it get cool to be so sad all the time? (You left you problems long ago) Try to find a reason to combine with your rhyme Indicative of your lack of real sanity you place them above your friend over family Smoking up the evidence your fantasies unbound living in your ecstatic world your ecstasy unfound When did it get cool to be so sad all the time? (You left you problems long ago) Try to find a reason to combine with your rhyme Cut the bullshit cause I’m sick of it We all know your perfect so just quit you don't care about him so don’t ask One or both which of you wear's the mask

"Haveadrink!" Its 4 o’clock in the morning and its getting tough to steer But the only thing that’s on my mind is finding some more beer The lights I see just pass me by, I guess I lost this race I really wish you would have called, now a bottle fills your place If you don’t want to be here then I’ll just get drunk instead Cause that’s the only thing that stops this noise that plays inside my head Do you think I really care, what you think about me, I don’t So why don’t you just have a drink , just have a drink, just have one drink for me. If everyone is sleeping now how come I’m so awake I need something to get me through, how long can this shit take I think I almost see the sun, or is it just your face Either way it hurts my eyes, now I just need a place to lie And forget how you said goodbye last night under the starry sky And how I felt like I would die, I never knew how where or why If you don’t want to be here then I’ll just get drunk instead Cause that’s the only thing that stops this noise that plays inside my head Do you think I really care, what you think about me, I don’t So why don’t you just have a drink , just have a drink, just have one drink for me.

"Come Play Fire" I woke up with the same shirt on back from last week And the party stains tell a story that we drink too much My phone is dead but its ok cause I never pick up anyway And Matt is still asleep on the linoleum floor In the mirror I see you sober but its not really me It's someone who got way too hammered and its all too late Who wants breakfast? I got 5 bucks, can you lend me some cash and I wish someday I'd beat this maze that's here in my brain I don’t feel healthy I can't communicate I miss my friends and all my family Stand until your sober Ok, Hung-over Can't we all just stop the horror Now let's not all feel like shit over this because were getting messed up someone called the cops A guitar, some lawn chairs, and a group of good people on the way to the park with me and my friend Dan. And sometimes I feel like giving it up and drinking too much at night, And I want to die And nobody else wanted to come anyway They're all in bed, with theirs heads covered in red disgust, from a night that never happened if only we could find better things to do with all of that And sometimes I feel like sleeping all day, or running away and I wish that you would die. I don’t feel healthy I can't communicate I miss my friends and all my family Stand until your sober Ok, Hung-over Can't we all just stop the horror Today I woke up at 1 PM When the sun was out and Macleod just left to see a soft rock concert And it's funny cause last night he said He fucking hates soft rock But it's ok I guess because I'm doing nothing today anyways Even last night it felt like a mistake Staying up till 5AM watching starcraft and southpark. Why do we do it? Even that bus driver disagreed with our night of fun. There's nothing but good to take away from this.