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pageTear that poster off the wall it takes up too much space. We ain`t no fucking rock band, man. We�re professional.
Disgrace-is the word Iwould you 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 better time. 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, we know that we ain`t shit.