"Talk About The Band" lyrics

Just don't make me talk
About the band
I think my baby's gonna kill me
If I get back in that van
I keep foiling all of my plans
And eating my own hands

But I've heard it's not
The best that I can do
But it'll last me the whole night through
Well that's the best that I can do

And how much is a man
Chasing spoils in foreign lands?
Oh, sweet city
Won't you let go of my hand?

And don't make me talk
About the band
It's hard enough to get off of the beach
And back into the van
Seems I can't keep track of my friends
When I don't have time to talk to them

So I sought out a group of strangers
Who agreed to wait
And talk with me the whole night through
Is that the best that I can do?