Don't you say   don't you ever ever say that it was worth it for the profit.   Another day   when I wait there shit-faced   Then I smile when I'm on and sing the songs that I did not write.      And they'll dance to it.   And I'll smile and I'll get paid.   Baggy pants are stupid.   Alt-rock, Skynyrd, play another song I hate.      I'll just stay on the state streets   Complaining that it's all the same   but too lazy to change anything.   And I can't spend another day thinkin'   These places on street signs are   the only places that I've ever been.      Drink a free beer,   maybe smoke with the waiter.   (It's) the illusion that they all give a shit.   And some drunk guys yelling   "Free Bird!" and "Show us your boobs!"   and I'll smile and I'll key their truck.      And it sucks so bad   But I made one Benjamin.   How can I be mad?   I paid one seventh of my rent   And maybe I'll buy a plate of eggs.      I'm not feelin' Minnesota.   I sit next to an ATM and people check their balance during my set.   And play cover songs from the 90's   by one-hit-wonders, Chumbawumba, Tubthumper   and a jersey-wearing motherfucker withdraws his twenty bucks.      words and music by laura stevenson & jeff rosenstock