Amidst the rows of fast food stores   And tattoo parlors   There抯 a crowded little record store   And a band is playing tonight upstairs      Its Friday night 5 bucks at the door   It抯 already packed and they pack in some more   Shoulder to shoulder to shoulder you know   To watch us go      The faces are the same in every town   But it抯 here four hours and change from home   Tired and hungry   No money, just "Good show"   "The money抯 tight you know"      Pack up slightly pissed off   This is where I抦 home.   Clap for me.