We got a little bread these days so we don't have to take it
Well people all aroud us say "you're never gonna make it"
A lick and a promise try to put us down
Well I'm sorry for the man but we're still around
There's a poster on the wall
The unknown galant four
We smell a lot of sh** turn around now, look who's talking
Don't hang around here, f** off, you better start walking
Even if you pay us, we wont be there
Even if you beg us, we just don't care
Even if we make it we won't give a sh**
Shut up
It seems like your mind is dry like desert sand
Cause you talk a lot of sh** about us still you love our band