[Verse 1]
Stranded on a desert road in America
Waiting for the tow truck to come and pick us up
Pedal to the metal
We got a fuckin' show
I guess we should have stopped for gas ten fucking miles ago

I had a vision I was at a reggae festival
Main stage, ten thousand people screaming “whoa!”
I never thought that we’d encounter such adversity
The road is open for giving things the masses' never seen

The tire blow out of the ten thousand
Hear the screams of full blown men
Thinking this might be the end

[Pre-Chorus]
And these are just a few of our not so favorite things
But it's all worth it when the crowd comes through and we hear them sing

[Chorus]
Where did we fall off? (Where did we fall off?)
Cause now their tearing our posters off the wall
Might be time to cut our losses now
Maybe we should just give it up
[Verse 2]
Have you ever fell asleep next to a litter box?
Three times in two weeks you know that fucking sucks
I once woke up on an Atlanta floor there was a baby
A fucking baby judging me behind it’s cradle bars

Drinking whisky every night
So hard waking up on time
Traffic on the four-O-five
Can suck my fuck

[Pre-Chorus]
These are just a few of our not so favorite things
But it's all worth it when the crowd comes through
And we hear them sing

[Chorus]
Where did we fall off? (Where did we fall off?)
Cause now their tearing our posters off the wall
Might be time to cut our losses now
Maybe we should just give it up

[Bridge]
~Music~

[Pre-Chorus]
These are just a few of our not so favorite things
But it's all worth it when the crowd comes through
And we hear them sing (FUCK YEAH!)
[Chorus]
Where did we fall off? (Where did we fall off?)
Cause now their tearing our posters off the wall
Might be time to cut our losses now
Maybe we should just give it up
Maybe we should just give it up
Maybe we should just give it up