Tear that poster off the wall,
It takes up too much space,
We ain't no fucking rock band, man
We're a professional,
Disgrace, 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 fuckin' losers
Washed up old men,
The years we'd play the same four 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 on a one way ticket down
We're going down,
But I got no regrets
They'll come in time
I can't remember having a better time
We might just make it, but we'll make it to the show
We'll be sedated, what did you expect, want to go

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
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
We know that we ain't shit