Burritos every day.
Instead of running to the border, I'm running to the toilet. The weather's got me pissed and I'm always bitching about something.
Can anything ever go right?
My bed is a million miles away (miles from where I want it to be), and it's lonely.
But, not as lonely as me.
They call him a maniac, that's his name.
I understand that he's just human.
I play every night.
Sometimes I play with myself.
It's cool.
It's fun, yeah baby, alright!
My bed is a million miles away (miles from where I want it to be), and it's lonely. But it's not as lonely as me.
Tour diary.