The Gang Goes on Tour Songtext
von Perspective, a lovely hand to hold

There′s a graveyard here
Of bugs and cans and bottles too
Of piss and clothes and cold fast food
Of running late and low on fuel

I can smell the failure on my clothes
Sitting still for hours that numbs my toes
It's not an accident the life we chose
Just another band that no one knows

I′m sorry that I missed my phone
I know I'm really far away
I promise that I'll call tonight
Even if you′re not awake


Sleep all day
Hung up shades
Moving fast on another interstate

It′s a deep decay
Of cheap caffeine and bad tattoos
Of cigarettes and fucked up shoes
I promise that I'll call
Even if you′re not awake

Sleep all day
Hung up shades
Moving fast on another interstate

Different scene
Change of pace
I'll be at the bottom of your list as long as I have a place