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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 SongtexteWe'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 Aus Songtexte Mania