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 shit turn around now, look who's talking
Don't hang around here, fuck 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 shit
Shut up

It seems like your mind is dry like desert sand
Cause you talk a lot of shit about us still you love our band