Lyrics:

So it seems

Our disc was run over

Shattered all out dreams

The sun is shining down

We play disc in every single town that we stop in

Chris, Paul, Steve, Dan, Flores, Rogan, our drummer and me

What a nice breeze

Today has flipped over kinda like a dream

Running around

What is lost can always be found



175

Grams of disc



The wind may blow the snow may fall

We're playing disc late into the fall

And the winter

I just met her

Hardly know her wanna wakeout with her again

I need another beer

It seems i drank the whole 12 ounces of the one i has right here

Stop the van Dan we need to piss

We need to it's our dying wish



175

Grams of disc



What's better than Grant's apartment?

DISC!

What's better than disc?

Nothing!



175

Grams of disc