ou start out with a punk rock band just trying to have fun
Your lousy seven inch is not impressing anyone
You get you first show and you're ready to go when you're stopped by the firechief
Do not pass go do not collect your ten bucks gas money
But pretty soon you're playing almost constantly You buy a crappy rusted out old van
You leave your mom's house happy to be on your own
And move in with the rest of your band You get a record deal with a big label on the coast
Your money is spent and you can't pay the rent but you're having a gay old time You feel important as you eat your Ramen and your toast
And then you're in Maximum Rock n' Roll
You don't have cash for food but you still get drunk every night
Your record starts to sell and you get paid for it
The local fanzines all start wanting interviews
But the fun's just starting now hit the road The merchandise is selling out you're the talk of the scene
The ones who don't want your autograph scream at you that you've sold out
The profit margins far exceed your most orgasmic dreams
But touring feels wrong when they're shouting out songs or punching you in the mouth You wonder why you ever got involved in this
More important than the stupid punk band
You find yourself despising all your fans
Your appointments with accountants and your lawyers are
You hate your band and they think you're a jerk It's time for a career in spoken wordYou come out with a half assed record made too fast
And suddenly you're not the hottest thing around.
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