Bands with managers are going places
Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces

But you don't believe when I say that it won't be alright
(Alright)

Vans with 15 passengers are rolling over
But I trust T William Walsh and I'm not afraid to die

But you don't believe when I say that it won't be alright
(Alright)
That it won't be alright
(Alright)

Cause it won't be alright
(Alright)