Tear that poster off the wall
It takes up too much space
We ain't no fucking rock band man
A professional disgrace
is the word I would use
To describe the noises we're making
Feedback, wrong key, a lack of dignity

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

yeah yeah yeah
we know that we ain't shit
yeah yeah yeah
we know that 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 ever having a better, a better time

we may forsake it
but we'll make it to the show
we'll be sedated
what did you expect
one, two, 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
yeah yeah yeah
we know that we ain't shit