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She ordered me Newcastle And handed me a Marlboro Stuck a dove in my right hand She took a quick picture But even when we squinted I didn't look so much like Robert Plant She flew a flag she made from a bedsheet A sideways skull and a lopsided pentagram Said asymmetrical's way more diabolical You don't want to make it look too perfect, man The trick is not getting cynical She had a hairbrush mic and a fantasy band She opened up with We Are The Champions Went into right into Under my Wheels I was trying to figure out how I feel Faded denim with the buttons and badges Laminates and backstage passes Jacket held together by the rock band patches They let her smoke but she can't have matches After last week's pyro disaster She'd like me better if I didn't wear glasses She said we're gonna do a show at The Pyramids She said she needs to take a call from her lawyers SongtexteIntroduced me to the dudes that she's calling her crew An assortment of sad self destroyers Sitting six to a table in the room off the kitchen Telling stories about things they imagined Like after the show we got roofed on the Reeperbahn Woke up in a video cabin I was rolling my eyes at the ritual lies Ok, maybe half of that happened She bites down on the the caplet And the blood comes from her mouth But it's hard to fully rock in a halfway house The band would be better if they weren't such burnouts The Beatle boots and the glam rock top hat Isn't gonna make any difference It never works when no one listens Faded denim with the buttons and badges Laminates and backstage passes A jacket held together by the rock band patches They let her smoke but she can't have matches Bites down on the capsule and The blood comes from her mouth But it's hard to really rock in a halfway house The pesky problem of the the tepid turnout I said I've got a band too We're called The Price of Progress We've got a reputation as New Hampshire's hardest Our singer's psycho and our fans are violent Once they let me loose we're probably touring Europe Morning meetings in the room off the kitchen New medication for the same old depression It never works when no one listens But it's sure nice to meet some fellow musicians Aus Songtexte Mania