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