We are just four guys who s dreams are all the same
Playing shows, hearing those who scream out our name
But we re stuck down in Carl s basement
Hoping someday we will finally make it
The town where we live has a bad scene
No good bands, with no fans get publicity
The club lets you play cause you boost bar sales
I d get drunk if I had to listen to you wail
I know that if we try to make a difference
We just might pull it off
We ll be doing what we want to do
I don t know why it turns out this way
We wanna be the first ones in line
I will never cry, there will be another day
Another chance, another show to play