I know my lyrics arent the best youve ever heard, But I say what I mean and I mean every f**ing word. Im sick of listening to narrow minded pricks bumming third rate bands, theyve all got sh** on their dicks. When you try to get posh the meaning gets lost, so Im thinking inside the box. They say that we sound like these bands, have they heard our CD? Even though were in the mags, its still not good enough for me. They can keep their reservations, unconstructive criticisms - I just cant take them. Wheres your band? So now youre trying to get on guestlist?
Come on fellas, pull the other one! I c-c-cant believe the games youre playing, after all that youve been saying. How do you do? My names Mike and I make music I like. Believe me my friends, I dont want to offend, but we put time and thought into these songs no one got. Youve got the cheek to say that were a covers band, with your headphones on and Gallows dick in your hand. You sit behind a desk in an office all day long, mouthing words wrong to old Metallica songs. Wheres your band? Genre must be hard to distinguish with only a GCSE in English.