So it seems
Our disc was run over
Shattered all our dreams
The sun is shining down
We play disc
In every single town
That we stop in
Chris, Paul, Steve, Dan,
Flores, Rogan,
Our drummer,
And me
What a nice breeze
Today has flipped over
Kind of like a dream
Running around
What is lost
Can always be found
175, 175, 175 grams of disc
The wind may blow
The snow may fall
We're playing disc
Late into the fall
And the winter
I just met her
Hardly know her
Wanna make out with her
Again
I need another beer
It seems I've drank the twelve ounces of the one I have right here
Stop the van, Dan
We need to piss
We need to
It's our, our dying wish
175, 175, 175 grams of disc
175, 175, 175 grams of disc
What's better than Grant's apartment?
Disc!
What's better than Grant's apartment?
Disc!
What's better than disc?
Nothing!
175, 175, 175 grams of disc
175, 175, 175 grams of disc
Grams of disc
Grams of disc
Grams of disc
Yeah, grams of disc