Brady got a van stopped hanging out with me man
Stole all of my friends started playing in a band
Into the flame was their shitty name
I got off track
Let me take you back to the plot
See I gave everything that I got
But I can’t play guitar and I hate smoking pot
I hate your shows I hate your dumb girlfriend
I don’t wanna go I’m glad that this ended cuz
Damn, You know who I am I’m the man with the plan
I’ll f**k you up, you know that I can
You screwed up my life I’ll key your van
Go back up the years so I can make this clear
Drove around listened to Dead Milkmen and the Queers
His car stereo told him where to go Now your scene shines like Mr. Clean in the dark
In a club or a basement or a park
On the road where I called and I made my last remark
I hate your clothes I hate your dumb haircut
I don’t wanna go Your girlfriend’s a band slut and
Take off through the land
With bulls eyes on the sides of your tour van
Make up a new plan
Decide who you are for all your new fans