I get the feeling I'm meant to be discontent for the rest of my life.


I'm so sick of everyone and everything that I can't even stand myself.  I need a fucking hobby.

Please tell me why we couldn't stay
Don't let this feeling ever go away
Let this memory forever be inside of me
Through every hour of every day
It's with the company of these friends
That we drove on through the night
Behind the wheel of Armageddon
We're gonna force ourselves to live
Thankful it's hurt more than we've ever felt
It's just our means to an end

And honestly we were armed with the best intentions
Maybe those intentions alone are just enough to get us anywhere but here
In the middle of America, 'cause six cylinders will take us further than any president
The same promises that we forgot the last time
There's no difference between staying and a bullet in the head

Maybe it's gonna come from the radio, or the next eight hour day
Driving to the next town
A collect call home to your best friend
We are the company we keep
We could live off of the dumpsters if we have to sell our blood by the pint to make rent
This kind of dignity doesn't come easy
But you'll never find it for sale.

And that's why we couldn't stay
We'd never let that feeling ever go away
Kept your memory inside of us through every hour, through every day until we die
'Cause with the company of those friends, we drove on through the night
Behind the wheel of Armageddon.

Here's one for the Wobblies and one for the E.L.F.s
One for our comrades locked up in their cells
One for the kids out there hopping and hitching
The raider's of dumpsters, the punks with clean kitchens
To the Mexican mother with a plan of attack
A baby at her breast and a gun on her back
Here's to the day all the flags will be black
And each one comes packaged with it's own match!
Here's to the nights when no one sleeps alone
And you can't tell the difference between fire and stone
For each little girl who just won't behave
If you wanna be free then you gotta be brave
If you ain't got no masters you can't be a slave!
We're going somewhere at the edges of love
We're through with the old world, we've had quite enough
You best not be silent if you wanna come
Get your fist in the air and start singing along...
Now pour me another, let's write the next song!