Nothing On from Summer by Grenadiers

Another Saturday night, gone
Another Saturday night, nothing on
Another boring movie or song
Another long production line of beers and bongs
Everything that we do blows
Sick of your band, sick of your shows
I’m sick of every fucking person I know
And now my life just seems to drag on and on

Sitting changing the channel
Nothing on, nothing on, nothing on
No phone calls from my friends,
Nothing on, nothing on, nothing on
Huffing two-stroke in my room
Nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong
Nothing is wrong

Another Saturday night, waste
Another Saturday night at my place
Nothing to do but grind my brain to a paste
Until my language is forgotten and I can’t feel my face
Unfit to work, unfit to live
Face like a pizza and a mind like a sieve
Zero is the amount of fucks that I give
Content to sit through summer shitting myself

• Punk
• Rock
• punk rock
• Adelaide