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No sleep 'till fuckneckville it's kinda funny, you may not realize it until phone calls stop, can't get laid you find out where the parties were some time the next day one way ticket to seclusion, now you lose it 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 chippin in to purchase you a one way first class ticket outta town. millions sold, mega-star there's a million assholes with 10 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 faux pa and obnoxiousness go ahead keep tellin us your 15 minute stories about what you had for breakfast then for lunch. we're all chippin in for one big humble pie we're gonna smash it in your face. go ahead tell us about your last week's sold out concert and how your new record's gonna top the charts. we don't care about your expenses we just wanna have a laugh at your expense From Letras Mania