nofx - one way ticket to Fuckneckville
no sleep 'till Fuckneckville
it's kinda funny, you may not realize it until
phone calls stop, can't get laid
you find out where the parties were some time the next day
one way ticket to seclusion, now you lose it all
one way ticket to alienation, you're an inside joke
is everybody supposed to be impressed with your ability
to make us feel less significant than you?
we're all chippin' in to purchase you
a one-way, first-class ticket out of town
millions sold, mega-star
there's a million assholes with ten million guitars
enjoy it now, soon it ends
suddenly you find yourself without any friends
one way ticket to isolation, you can hang with you
you've been given a citation for excessive social faux pas and obnoxiousness
go ahead, keep telling us your fifteen-minute stories about
what you had for breakfast, then for lunch
we're all chippin' in for one big humble pie;
we're gonna smash it in your face
go ahead tell us about your last week's sold out concert
and how your new record's gonna top the charts
we don't care about your expenses
we just wanna have a laugh at your expense
