Boilermaker

we said goodbye to arden
said goodbye to home
gave our regards to arden
and we were gone we were thrown
i wont believe them i wont be led to believe in you
this armchair cracked under the stress under the strain
hed been strapped in for days
i closed my eyes slipped into the darkness slipped into this dream
they swarmed around us time for the reserves to kick in
[ Last Stop On The Way To Vegas Lyrics ]