All Fuckin Day

Joe and Conner sittin' on their ass

Clock ticks slow like molasses in a glass

Waiting for a move yeah waiting for a cue

But no one's saying shit what the hell we gonna do

We're gonna be here all fuckin' day

Twiddling thumbs while the minutes decay

Sick of the waiting sick of the stall

Why the fuck is no one answering the call

Voices in their heads saying screw this mess

Patience wearing thin and they're feeling the stress

Someone's gotta crack someone's gotta break

The silence is a joke it's more than they can take

We're gonna be here all fuckin' day

Twiddling thumbs while the minutes decay

Sick of the waiting sick of the stall

Why the fuck is no one answering the call

They shout to the sky "Hey what the hell’s the plan?"

Tired of being pawns in someone else’s scam

Kicking dirt on the ground swearing up a storm

Ain't nobody built for this waiting room norm

The air's so thick you could cut it with a knife

Every fuckin' second feels like a goddamn life

Joe looks at Conner says "We're losing our minds"

But still they sit there trapped in the grind