Story Behind The Song

Track #4 from the new Fancy Pants and the Cellphones EP, "The Saturday Evening Pants"

Song Description

Track #4 from the new Fancy Pants and the Cellphones EP, "The Saturday Evening Pants"

Lyrics

they think they know the real world
from watchin' real world on their time warner cable
i know, what's up in my world
no room for riot girls to jeopardize my time alone

i want it back, in three minutes flat, the motivation that i lack
fueled by losing my voice
everyone thinks they're the only one, these words that people play
it's fire, i need a fuckin' sick day

you think, you know how i work
from hearin' my work on the i-pod your dad's secretary picked out
i know, what's going through your head
all the brilliant things you said, to a room full of hollow hangers on

i'll get it back, if not this time around, then i'm takin' you down
and this ain't no gin blossoms cover
i'll walk right into your room, right past security
cause you can't buy loyalty

i'm so sick of these nyc types who think because their strapped then they got a bright
future, no losin, still steady cruisin, in an ambulance after an overdose away from home
fuckin' kids think that nothing can touch them when they pay for drugged out illusions
well i can't afford those kinda blurs, i just wanna see you eat your words