T.P.F. Songtext
von Girth Control

On top of the world until the ride home
All night long I can′t believe my luck
Then reality sets in, here comes work at 6 AM
Guess tomorrow's probably fucked
Yeah, tomorrow′s probably fucked
Last night the show was so much fun
Passed out feeling inspired
This morning my head's killing me
And I just feel fucking tired
Is it worth it in the end?
Man, who really knows?
We're just dudes stuck in our 30s, still playing punk rock shows
I′m on top of the world until the ride home
All night long I can′t believe my luck
Then reality sets in, here comes work at 6 AM
Guess tomorrow's probably fucked Yeah, tomorrow′s probably fucked
We're just adults with the audacity to try to make the most of it
To try and work toward something
That most people think is dumb bullshit
To try and feel accomplishment without making any money
To try and write a decent song that′s cool and good and funny
Will we make something great? Man, who can really say?
We're just dudes stuck in our 30s trying to make it through the day
Is it worth it in the end?
Man, who really knows?
We′re just dudes stuck in our 30s, still playing punk rock shows
On top of the world until the ride home
All night long I can't believe my luck
Then reality sets in, here comes work at 6 AM
Guess tomorrow's probably fucked