Sorry, Dudes. My Bad. lyrics
[Backing vocals by Chris Conley of Saves the Day]
It's too much to do on my own, My friends I need you now. I'm sorry that I wrecked that tour for us, Drugs, left me freaking out on the bus. Snapping into Slim Jims, Out to save some souls. If I can't do my job, My god, what am I even here for. I want to be back in the van, Where evil never wouldn't or couldn't or should ever understand. Back in the van, It's saving, with their outrageous grandstand. "Dude, I know you got your problems, we all do." "I'm here with you man, we've been in this band forever, don't let it go man." "Max I will sell you this xanax for five dollars And we can go to the waffle house and talk about Anna." [Chris Conley] Cause if you want it, Then come and get it. We're all with you now, We're all with you now. Cause if you fake it, Then you can make it. We're all with you now, We're all with you. I want to be back in the van, Where evil never wouldn't or couldn't or should ever understand. Back in the van, It's saving, with their outrageous grandstand. Forever yours I am, Like the ocean to the sand. Forever in debt to my band, Like I'm in the palm or your hand. Forever wondering why, Like a skeptic to the sky. Forever yours and yours and yours and yours, I am, goodbye. I want to be back in the van, Where evil never wouldn't or couldn't or should ever understand. Back in the van, It's saving, with their outrageous grandstand.
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