Everybody's got themselves a plan
And everybody thinks they'll be the man, including the girls
The musicians who lack the friends to start a band are singer-songwriters
The rest of us are DJ's or official club photographers
And tonight I'm playing another Nambucca show
So I'm going through my phonebook and texting everyone I know
And quite a few I don't, whose numbers found their way into my phone
But they might come along anyway, you never really know

None of this is going anywhere
And pretty soon we'll all be old
No one left alive will really care
About our glory days when we sold our souls

'Cause if it's all about the destination, then take a fucking flight
We're going nowhere slowly, but seeing all the sights

We're definitely going to hell
But we'll have all the best stories to tell
Yeah, we're definitely going to hell
But we'll have all the best stories to tell

And I'm definitely going to hell
And I'll have all the best stories to tell