Sorry, Dudes. My Bad.

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
The drugs, left me wigging out on the bus
I’m 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 would nor could nor should ever understand
Back in the van
It’s anything, but 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 aliens, it’ll be chronic!”

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 think 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 would nor could nor should ever understand
Back in the van
It’s anything, but 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 would nor could nor should ever understand
Back in the van
It’s anything, but their outrageous grandstand

Back in the van
Where evil never would nor could nor should ever understand
Back in the van
It’s anything, but their outrageous grandstand