One Way Ticket to Fuckneckvill

No sleep till Fuckneckville

It's kind of funny, you may not realize it until
Phone calls stop, can't get laid
You find out where the party's were some time the next day

One way ticket to seclusion
Now you're losing all
One way ticket to alienation
You're an inside joke

Is everybody supposed to be
Impressed with your ability
To make us feel less significant than you
We're all chipping in to purchase you
A one-way first-class ticket out of town

Million sold, megastar
There's a million assholes with ten million guitars
Enjoy it now, soon it ends
Suddenly you find yourself without any friends

One way ticket to isolation
You can hang with you
You've been given a citation
For excessive social foux-pa and obnoxiousness

Go ahead keep telling us
Your fifteen minutes stories
About what you had
For breakfast then for lunch

We're all chipping in for one big Humble Pie
We're gonna smash it in your face
Go ahead tell us about your last great sold-out concert
And how your new records gonna top the charts

We don't care bout your expenses
We just wanna have a laugh at your expense