Lyrics

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