Tear that poster off the wall
It takes up too much space
We ain't no fucking rock band
Man we're a professional Disgrace is the word I would use
To describe the noises we're Making feedback wrong key
A lack of dignity so don't
Think we don't know we're fuckin
Losers washed up old men the
Years we'd play the same four
Chords over and over and once
Again posing as musicians
Justify what we get paid
Time to forfeit we may be in the
Light
But we ain't shit.
We may not get respect you think
We don't know we may be
Riding on a one way ticket down,
We're goin down
But I got no regrets they'll come
In time I can't remember having a
Better time On the road to pity
We just passed integrity
Pull the plug put us out of this
Aural misery giving a new
Meaning to flogging a dead horse
So we all agree please drop us at
The next glue factory ya ya ya
We know that we ain't shit.