too many geeks, too many miles. too many stagedives into the pile. too many beers, too many cops. too many rednecks at the truckstop. they hate our guts, don't like our kind. but we turned the tables on some real swine. chorus: can't kill us, already dead. too much s***, that's in our heads. don't give a f*** what they said cauze we're all, already dead. got no style, no grand finale. just hearing loss and an old rand mcnally. too many scams, too many creeps. lotsa fastfood, nowhere to sleep. they say we're wrong, gonna burn in hell. here's a noseload, choke on it pal. (chorus)