We`re on the bus, we`re lost again
We shot the driver in the head
We found ourselves in old San Juan
The fire brigade had to cool them down
The key won`t work, kicked down the door
Room numbers right, but it`s not my floor
We`re in Quebec on a bumpy road
Jake was airborne in the mobile home
Chorus:
Close your eyes and picture this
This is who we are
I sat down and made a list
So good, so far
We bought a saw at Mobile One
It`s hard to check in with handcuffs on
In Caracas we came too soon
We found a mummy in our dressing room
One day we lost one hundred grand
It cost that much just to play Milan
I found my face in Bild Zeitung
It`s not my car and I`m not that dumb
Repeat Chorus:
They carved a hole straight through the wall
The only way to get in the hall
An open air, the crew backed up
Never sleep under a ten ton truck
Repeat Chorus:
We stopped the bus and blocked his car
Does he still wonder where his keys are?
It`s time to eat, here comes the crew
A fire extinguisher clears the room
We`re on our way to the show
Do we need guns in our limo?
What goes up must come down
We needed more, so we stuck around