Tear that poster off the wall
It takes up too much space
We ain't no fucking rock band, man
To describe
We're a professional
Disgrace Feedback, wrong key, a lack of dignity
The noises we're making
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
Posing as musicans
Over and over and once again
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
But I got no regrets
We're going down
I can't remember having a better time They'll come in time
We just
On the road to pity
Passed integrity
Pull the plug, put us
Giving the new meaning to
Out of this aural misery
Flogging a dead horse. so we
All agree
Please drop us
At the next glue factory
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know that we ain't shit.
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