"kid one day you'll be famous
which is lucky, cause Honey, I hate to say it
you ain't much of a waitress, even on a dayshift
it's like we're paying you to break dishes."
now the records break like plates
wrecking stages state to state
getting bigger like every day
and they say the game's changing
but 'member when we didn't have a dime to stop on
all night tryna write a decent pop song
dot-net cause somebody already had the dot-com
get in, lets go, g'head, c'mon
boys in the basement, beats through a bass amp
paper's on the breaks and we're all on the radar now
I guess digging in and gaining ground, and yes
there's no love like crew
and that's true cause to me
my friend's and my family
there's no love like crew love
and that's true cause to me
it's been a long walk, and it's a steep hill
you mind your business and you try to stay real
night day and night again
to wonder bout what might have been
no matter what the critics think
what's got nine lives and lands on its feet?
if the hinges creak then break the door down
there's no love like crew
and that's true cause to me
my friend's and my family
there's no love like crew love
and that's true cause to me