You're in a tiny small punk band
Out of a tiny small town in New York
You don't want to work in that street vendor in New York anymore
Well that's fine
But I've lost all respect thought I've got no remorse
I just won't buy their CD anymore
And if you really cared then I'd hope you do the same
Whenever they're on the radio turn them off they're not the same
Don't quit your day job
Before your fad becomes yesterdays news
Your band forgotten
Your music thrown out the door
In a tiny small town in New York
I hatе sellout crowds and teeny-bopper moshpits
I hate you and your brand nеw sound and how you want to be like everyone else
You're in a forgotten punk band
Out of a forgotten town in New York
Your band's forgotten
Your music thrown out the door
In a tiny small town in New York