 Music by Andrew Farriss/Lyrics by J.D. Fortune, Marty Casey, and Jordis Unga
Falling asleep at the wheel again baby
You're drifting over the line (the line) yeah
You're hands are tied but you're losing
Grip quickly
Fix me can you read the signs?
Thumbing your way to vegas dirty
And dreaming of the other side
Save your tears and laughter
Because it doesn't matter what you find
It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go
And if you think you need it
Here's the place to feed it
But it ain't pretty
When everything that you do is wrong
And you feel like you can barely survive yeah
When those around you are
Crumbling downwards
Buried in the sunset alive
Thumbing your way to vegas dirty
And screaming like you're back from hell
Save your dreams and occupations
Cos' it doesn't matter what you sell
It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go
If you think you want it
Here's the place to get it
But it ain't pretty
The party is over and the road is long
The party is over and we're moving on
The party is over and the road is long
So if you think you want it
Then just come out and say it
It ain't pretty
Falling asleep at the wheel again baby
You're drifting over the line (the line)
You're hands are tied but you're losing
Grip quickly
Fix me can you read the signs
Thumbing your way to vegas dirty
And dreaming like you're outta control
Save your tears and laughter
Because this is the ride
And this is the show
It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go
So if you think you want it
Just come in and get it
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