Big D And The Kids Table - Faded lyrics

So how the f** did we Even get on this show Some promoter must have had to fit a stylistic status quo I thought all the project bands have brainwashed all the Punk Rock executives I'm breathing air into the underground after it was left in the street for dead I can't feel my hands I'm too drunk to find my mind I don't want to talk to some screamo kid about how much he digs Sublime I'm dying in a club that's pumping ACME through its P.A. Forever hated by this industry but still finding a way on stage It's fading Can no one tell? So this is your first tour I bet a beer that it's your last Don't bother stickering the bathroom kid I'll be covering it in March I read your autobiography and frankly it don't make sense Man, I can't believe I'm sharing a stage with this sh**ty INXS It's faded Can no one Tell, me where it went wrong? Tell, me where it went wrong The underground Tell, me where it all went wrong