Tear that poster off the wall it takes up too much space
We ain't no fucking rock band man, we're a professional disgracec
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 fucking losers
Washed up old men the years we play the same 4 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 with a one way ticket - down
We're goin down - but I got no regrets
They'll come in time I can't remember
Ever 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