Life In Shambles

Well the green room girls don't got a whole lot to say
Because you look like hell and you smell like yesterday
You're surrounded by rock and roll martyrs
Stuck up there on the wall
Lined up like the righteous
And waiting for the next big call.

Don't it seem like the stickers stuck around
A little longer than the bands who put em there?
You're betting you'll be the next in line
But you can't find the strength to care
‘Cuz you're missing all the things in life
That you never thought you would
So take a shower, and call your mom
You ain't livin like you should.

So you stumble to the motel
And you can't find the keys to your room
And I guess it don't matter
Cuz dawn will be coming soon
You just hang your head and you sigh
As you think of six days on the road
It will take more than double yellows
To get your ass back home.

You've been wearing out your welcome
Much like a February snow
So impure and so un-driven
And with no place else to go
It's getting harder and harder to tell
If you're lost or just no good
So take a shower, and call your mom
You ain't livin like you should.