Tear that poster off the wall it takes up too much space
We ain't no f**ing rock band man,we're a preofessional disgrace
Is the word i would use to discribe the noises we make
Feed back,wrong key,a lack of dignity
So dont think we dont know we'e f**ing losers
Washed up old men the years we put 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 sh**
We may not get respect you think we dont know?
We may be riding with a one way ticket-down
Were goin down but i got no regrets
They'll come in time i can't remeber
Ever having a better time
On the road to pity we just pa**ed integrity
Pull the plug put us out of this rural misary
Giving a new meaning to fligging a dead horse
So we all agree please drop us at the next glue factory