Track 3 of the album Everyone Gets a Trophy · 2019
Room Fourteen, Broken Air Conditioner
“A rusty van, an empty land and an air conditioner that never worked. We wrote it sweating.”
pop punk · pop punk · tour-van punk · 2:33
Lyrics
We drove all day in a rusty van Across the empty land We found a motel by the road With a pool that was full of sand Room fourteen had two small beds A TV from long ago The air conditioner coughed and died And the carpet was orange and slow Room fourteen, broken air conditioner Hot and weird and we do not care Room fourteen, broken air conditioner We are together, we are there Room fourteen, broken air conditioner We ate chips for dinner On the hood of the van We watched the sun go down Like it was part of the plan Room fourteen, broken air conditioner Hot and weird and we do not care Room fourteen, broken air conditioner We are together, we are there Room fourteen, broken air conditioner Open the window Let the night come in Cool desert breeze Let the good times begin Room fourteen, broken air conditioner Hot and weird and we do not care Room fourteen, broken air conditioner We are together, we are there Room fourteen, broken air conditioner We are together We are there