Into It. Over It. - Second Rate Broadcasting Lyrics

Got home
Got back in my van and drove
Grabbed my last three dollars and forgot my phone
Proving not a single soul we know is losing their old habits
So Kevin, if you're listening
They really messed this up
The Pony is lonely becoming one with the rest
But if you ask me
There's a damn good reason why a reputation like yours exists
She'll save me a spot on the couch
The couch where she calls home
And she'll toast to you in her living room
Where a dinner and second rate broadcasting are all we know