493 Ruth

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 a.m 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 Shake the shakes away Shake the shakes away If you're going uphill at a very rapid speed Soon there's nowhere to go but down So take the time to rise back up and up and up and up and up Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I could never understand why people can't begin again Why people can't appreciate it's okay to do something great Yeah, I know I'm repeating myself again and again and again --- 493 Ruth - Bomb the Music Industry!