Unseen - Miles текст песни

No food or money its all pay to play Drive all night to work an eight hour day Seven years of playin showswhere it ends no one knows There s confusion in my headI wish I was in my bed Driving in a beat up vanyou wanna criticize the band You don t know what we go throughFUCK YOU 1000 miles away from home Where we ll end up no one knows Another cityanother town Another transmission run into the ground But you gotta keep going as fast as you can Seeing the world from the back of the van How long will we sit at homeget me on the open road I can t fucking pay my rentall my money has been spent Homeless for the next few weeks. can we stay with you to sleep? I d rather make this my lifeits better than working 9 to 5