Noone really cares about our band
And it's not fair
Because were gonna stay together and were gonna rock on
Cuz we don't really fuckin care

And I promise that well try our hardest, at our shows
And I promise that well do the best, for the hoes

Well we don't have the money to record
Cuz were all a bunch of slackers
And I'm sorry very sorry that me and the six of us
Are a bunch of broke ass crackers

And I promise that well try our hardest, at our shows
And I promise that well do the best, for the doj

And this one goes out to all the dead homies
The ones we don't have and the don't even know mes
Fans that we want and all of the show mes
The sex we don't get and all of the blow mes
This one goes out to all of the groupies
The ones we don't have and one little soupy
Fans across the nation now were goin global baby
We might not be big but just. Just maybe