We Ain't Shit

Tear that poster off the wall It takes up too much space We ain't no fucking rock band, man We're a professional Disgrace, is the word I would use 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 a 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, yeah, yeah We know that we ain't shit