Amanecer de los Muertos

Lyrics

[Intro: Spoken] Baillie: "Yeah, we're five minutes away" Sturgeon: "Has, uh, anyone seen my sleeping bag?" Baillie: "I don't know, did you leave it at the stomping party?" Sturgeon: "Fuck!" Baillie: "This says, 'One hundred feet past Chick-fil-A'" Sturgeon: "Gross..." Baillie: "There it is" Sturgeon: "What's this club?" Both: "Oh..." [Verse 1] The tour is booked Our goose is cooked This town is looking kind of lean Do you think they even have a fucking scene? Is this Arizona or downtown Pomona? From 2nd Street and Main All of these places look the goddamn fucking same! [Pre-Chorus] The directions say just five more minutes left to go What do you think the club will be like for tonight's show? Oh?! [Chorus] We're playing at a mall We're playing at a mall We're playing at a mall We're playing at a mall [Verse 2] The bags are packed Our van is jacked Where's my fucking sleeping bag? Did you leave it at the stomping party? Our eyes are red, we're underfed If I see another bowl of pasta I'll punch you in your fucking liar face! [Pre-Chorus] Promoter says it's just behind Chick-fil-A But I've never heard of the club that we are playing today What can I say? "There is no fucking way"? Three hundred punks are at a mall?! [Chorus] We're playing at a mall We're playing at a mall We're playing at a mall We're playing at a mall! Mall! Yeah! Punks! Yeah! Mall Punks!