So it seems   Our disc was run over   Shattered all out dreams   The sun is shining down   We play disc in every single town that we stop in   Chris, Paul, Steve, Dan, Flores, Rogan, our drummer and me   What a nice breeze   Today has flipped over kinda like a dream   Running around   What is lost can always be found      175   Grams of disc      The wind may blow the snow may fall   We're playing disc late into the fall   And the winter   I just met her   Hardly know her wanna wakeout with her again   I need another beer   It seems i drank the whole 12 ounces of the one i has right here   Stop the van Dan we need to piss   We need to it's our dying wish      175   Grams of disc      What's better than Grant's apartment?   DISC!   What's better than disc?   Nothing!      175   Grams of disc