Sitting out on your house
Watching hardcore UFOs
Drawing pictures, playing solos ’til ten
Are you amplified to rock?
Are you waiting for a contact?
I’ll be with you, without you, again

Turn and run the angel’s calling
You say when and I say I’m falling
Up and down from broken down buildings
Back and forth but please don’t bother at all

Count the days that we have wasted from the start
Eat the words, build a playground in your head

Turn and run the angel’s calling
You say when and I say I’m falling
Up and down from broken down buildings
Back and forth but you know why I left you for so long

You know why I left you for so long

“Alright kids…thank you for coming out tonight. We appreciate every time we can drive up to Cleveland, we like it. We bring all of our Daytonians with us….all of the sick fucks. They get up here and stand on the stage…on the side of the stage…and every once and a while, one of ‘em will run out here and grab the mic from me. Last time somebody did that was my sister, in Cincinnati, and I punched her.

Bitch.

No…she’s sweet, she is sweet.”

“This is a song from Kid Marine. It’s a very fuckin’ good album. And all the critics that said it sucked can suck my dick. Let me tell you something about critics ok…let me tell you something about rock critics. They like to be the first one to fuckin’ build you up, like discover you…then they want to be first ones to bring you down. So they can suck my fuckin’ dick. Fuck ‘em. They’re wanna be’s. Every rock critic wishes he could fuckin’ play a goddamn guitar. I’m sorry to be copping an attitude on the industry tonight…but fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em. Because…I’ll just go back to Rockathon Records on their ass….real quickly…real fuckin’ quickly. I’ll be on the Fading Captain Series…and they can chew a root. And I’ll run your goddamn ass off! I like to drink man…I’m getting red. I’m getting red, man. Me and Doug are red tonight.”