Lyrics:

Backstage, everybody wants a piece of JD
Kathleen's on the phone and I got to go get paid
See, promoter's making small talk,
He says we knocked his socks off
Cinna-mint, Internet, Cinnamon and Butter-buns!
Who's got the keys?
Oh! Look, man, we just gotta get some sleep!
But he said 'Do you guys need a place to stay?'
No, oh no. No thanks, just point us to the highway.
She said, she likes it better when were angry,
'Sing that song again that makes me think you're gonna spank me!'
Head on my jacket like a pillow in the van,
When I close my eyes I'm in a cross-town cab.

Hey, who wants to party?
Those girls outside just asked me
Check out's late and they seem cool,
So
Ooh... okay... okay, okay

Hey, we want a Universal healthcare deal
And we want Kissinger on trial for real.
We got a right wing king making third world war
Assholes, oil-guys!
How many shows till were back in New York?
Killer's got us packed up, coffee in a travel mug
Thinks she got the mix all right, says she wants to drive tonight.
The power amp, we call the 'pamp'
The S-2000, we call it the 'samp'
The MPC's do not come on tour,
They used to, though, back when we were hardcore.
Hey these girls say that this town sucks! ooh...
They just wanna know if they can come with us

Hey, who wants to party?
Those girls outside just asked me
Check out's late and they seem cool,
So
Ooh... okay... okay, okay