Lletres: Say Anything. In Defense Of The Genre. Sorry, Dudes, My Bad.

It's too much to do on my own
my friends, i need you now
i'm sorry that i wrecked that tour for us
the drugs left me wigging out on the bus
i'm snapping into slim jims
and out to save some souls
if i can't do my job, my god,
what am i even here for?

i want to be back in the van
where evil never would nor could nor should ever understand
back in the van
it's anything but their outrageous grandstand

cause if you want it, then come and get it
we're all with you now, we're all with you now
cause if you can think it, then you can make it
we're all with you now, we're all with you

forever yours i am, like the ocean to the sand
forever in debt to my band,
like i'm in the palm of your hand
though i'm forever wondering why
like a skeptic to the sky
forever yours and yours and yours and yours i am
goodbye

(Thanks to Greg for these lyrics)