Day by day I'm breaking down; on the verge of burning out
I'll inhale smoke signals until I can't hardly think
There's a chance that I might miss this when I'm gone
So I've got a ticket in my pockets; an escape route in my brain
If it's nothing for all, or all for nothing
It's still nothing just the same, so I'm heading back
One more night and it could be over
Sayonara to another crown of regulars
Curtain call; it's almost over
I'm heading back to Minneapolis tonight
Oh tonight is just not my night
Ashes to ashes, dreams to dust
We're going home because we're too old to die young
And I know that we don't belong here
We should probably just go home
But I'm in the mood to f*ck up a show tonight
The Gladiators of 2037 - The Regular Lyrics
The Gladiators of 2037 - The Regular Lyrics
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Day by day I'm breaking down; on the verge of burning out
I'll inhale smoke signals until I can't hardly think
There's a chance that I might miss this when I'm gone
So I've got a ticket in my pockets; an escape route in my brain
If it's nothing for all, or all for nothing
It's still nothing just the same, so I'm heading back
One more night and it could be over
Sayonara to another crown of regulars
Curtain call; it's almost over
I'm heading back to Minneapolis tonight
Oh tonight is just not my night
Ashes to ashes, dreams to dust
We're going home because we're too old to die young
And I know that we don't belong here
We should probably just go home
But I'm in the mood to f*ck up a show tonight
I'll inhale smoke signals until I can't hardly think
There's a chance that I might miss this when I'm gone
So I've got a ticket in my pockets; an escape route in my brain
If it's nothing for all, or all for nothing
It's still nothing just the same, so I'm heading back
One more night and it could be over
Sayonara to another crown of regulars
Curtain call; it's almost over
I'm heading back to Minneapolis tonight
Oh tonight is just not my night
Ashes to ashes, dreams to dust
We're going home because we're too old to die young
And I know that we don't belong here
We should probably just go home
But I'm in the mood to f*ck up a show tonight
Writer: Andrew Felano, James Felano, Joey Felano
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Gladiators of 2037
Length: 3:27
Written by: Andrew Felano, James Felano, Joey Felano