Tekstovi: Major League. The Truth Is... [EP]. Head Up, Kid!.

God Damn, We're in for it now boys
State lines used to mark the borders
We're making our way one highway at a time
Avoiding tolls has turned this two hour trip into a nine hour drive

Hot boxing in the dead of summer
Legs dead in this captains chair
It's like a fucking head trip
And I can't breathe in this Carolina air
Staying up, All Day All Night
Word is, there's a party on Broad Street
Another night in another Walmart
I can't stand this Mississippi heat

Here we are day one its a million degrees
Loading in
Its a sin
But this'll work for me
In walks this kid without his shoes
He says he's here for the show
Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world
We made out way down south let it finally begin
Day 9, Tennessee
I think we've finally made friends
And now I'm dreading this twenty hour ride back home

Hot boxing in the dead of summer
Legs dead in this captains chair
It's like a fucking head trip
And I can't breathe in this Carolina air
Staying up, All Day All Night
Word is, there's a party on Broad Street
Another night in another Walmart
I can't stand this Mississippi heat

Keep your head up, kid
Just cause you couldn't make it this time around
We'll see you next season
Just gimme one reason
By the next snow fall we'll be headed out west again!

Here we are day one its a million degrees
Loading in
Its a sin
But this'll work for me
In walks this kid without his shoes
He says he's here for the show
Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world
We made out way down south let it finally begin
Day 9, Tennessee
I think we've finally made friends
And now I'm dreading this twenty hour RIDE BACK HOME