493 Ruth Bomb the Music Industry!

I brought a guitar
I brought a handful of credit cards
I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit
That I'll probably never use

I took 95
And then I transferred to the I-85
Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth
Then I drove through my backyard

Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I could never understand why people can't begin again

It wouldn't stop raining, we didn't have our key
'Till we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM
They said from LA to London there is no other place
I would rather live then here

We had to unpack things
Just to get to the mattress and box spring
Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home, a blue house with no cable and with no telephone
Just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork

Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen
How people can't appreciate it takes time to make something great
Yeah, I know I'm repeating myself here, yeah, I know I'm repeating myself again