one way ticket to fuckneckville

no sleep 'til fuckneckville

it's kind of funny you may not realize it until

phone call stop

can't get laid

you find out where the parties were some time the next day

one way ticket to seclusion

now your losin'

one way ticket to alienation

you're an inside joke

is everybody supposed to be impressed with your ability to make us feel less significant than you

we're all chippin' in the purchase you a one way first class ticket outta town

millions sold

a mega star

there's a million assholes with ten million guitars

enjoy it now

soon it ends

suddenly you find yourself without any friends

one way ticket to isolation

you can hang with you

you've been given a citation for excessive social faux pas and obnoxiousness

go ahead keep telling us your fifteen-minute stories about what you had for breakfast then for lunch

we're all chippin' for one big humble pie

we're gonna smash it in your face

go ahead tell us about your last great sold out concert and how your new record's gonna top the charts

we don't care 'bout your expenses

we just wanna have a laugh at your expense