Modesto Lyrics

It's Thursday and I think this is Modesto

But it might be hell Cause they kinda smell the same

Waiting with our guitars tuned

For the crowd promised by the booking dude

Another gig enshrined in the hall of lame

The bartender's nice that counts for something

She says last night this place was wall to wall

We got lost looking for a stripclub show In the Central Valley barrio

And that was still the high point of the night

When are we gonna wake up

When are we gonna quit

When are we gonna get tired Of taking all this shit

We should be hopped up on the goofer

Banging hookers by the pool

I guess my mom was right

I should've stayed in school

And bought a house in Modesto

Ringadingding went the brass ring down the sewer

And can you hear the rattle in my lungs

We went down to the crossroads with our demo

It wasn't quite what they were looking for
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But the secretary said that they'd get back to us

When are we gonna grow up

When are we gonna admit

That we ain't going nowhere

And we look like idiots

Jumping around like monkeys

On Tuesday nights for free

Dreaming of escargots And eating Chef Boyardee

In a minimart in Modesto (Modesto)

What drugs are we on

What keeps us rolling on

I'm so tired of Vaseline And them pissing all over me

Fat guts and rotten teeth

Never meeting Yasmine Bleeth

It's a long way to the middle

From the bottom of the heap

If you lived here you'd be home by now

And we'd be the dummies sleeping in the van on your cul-de-sac jack with a nicotine hack

If you lived here you'd be home by now

A twenty hour day eleven drink tickets rock and roll is an awful sticky wicket

If I lived here I'd be dead by now Have a pretty little bullet in my head by now