
[Verse 1]
Rolled into Cleveland, amps in the back
Woke up snorting blow off a leather fanny pack
Tattoo says “Pam” on my inner thigh
But Pam had a beard and a wandering eye
[Pre-Chorus]
Bright lights, nose dives, livin’ no rules
Lost my wallet to a couple of pool sharks and ghouls
Took a blue pill, chased it down with gin
Woke up next to a priest and his evil twin
[Chorus]
Amp’d up and pants down, livin’ like a freak
Did it in the butt, now I can’t sit for a week
If love’s a warzone, I’m nukin’ every town
Amp’d up and pants down — pants down!
[Verse 2]
Banged on a snare drum, high on ketamine
Said “I love you” to a vending machine
Wrote a ballad on a waitress’s leg
She said “Rick, you smell like regret and egg”
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Speed bumps, nosebleeds, never say die
Tried a new thing — surprise! So did the guy
Tour bus rockin’, don’t come knockin’
Unless you got lube, snacks, or oxycontin
[Chorus]
Amp’d up and pants down, spiralin’ again
Fell in love with a girl… who brought her boyfriend Ben
Left my morals somewhere outta town
Amp’d up and pants down — still down!
[Bridge]
Some nights you’re the hammer, some nights you’re the nail… and sometimes the hammer’s shaped suspiciously like a glowstick. I don’t ask questions anymore.
[Final Chorus]
Amp’d up and pants down, highs and lows
Did lines off a toaster at a Waffle House show
If shame’s a flavor, I’m suckin’ it down
Amp’d up and pants down — still pants down!
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