Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup And Salad Days Bomb the Music Industry!

I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs
Paid for gas, like, the whole way down here
Electric and cable, a shelf and end table
Almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns

I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light
Said that we should do this every single night
Don't worry about the cash because I've got the scratch
And I can't save my money because that isn't polite

I don't know why I always complain about something
When what I got to complain about's nothing
No god damn kid's had a luckier year
And I'm bitching about internet and beer

And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name
And nothing to do with the rest of the day
No parties last all night, just TV and websites
And reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times

So can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day
Letting fresh Georgia air go to waste?
It's really not funny how bad I am with money
So let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else

I don't know why I always complain about something
When what I got to complain about's nothing
No goddamn kid's had a luckier year
Somebody break out the No More Tears