I get up early just to sit around.A cup of coffee, and I'm pacing the floor.
I'm way too wired, I can't settle down.
I smoked a pack between this morning and four.
The phone is ringing, man it never stops.
Seems like no one wants to pay to get in.
I hear the horn and Tim's on time for once.
He's standing curbside with a shit-eating grin.
We're east on 94, next stop Paluzzi's door.
Hit the bar and everything'll be alright.
T-T-Tonight.The soundcheck's over so we're out of here.
Meet the boys and see the sights for awhile.I feel alright, let's have another beer.
I'm looking good, although I'm so out of style.
scene's like a clock, man I could set my watch.
You're fifteen minutes up and run out of time.
I hear you're big across the pond somewhere.
Call someone who cares, I'll loan you the dime.We head back to the show.I know the way to go.
Hit the bar and everything'll be alright.T-T-Tonight.
The crowd is rowdy, getting out of hand.I think the bass amp blew a couple of times.
I drank so much, man I could hardly stand.
I think I might've blown a couple of lines.
We're headed out the door, next stop!...T-T-Tonight.