Tear that poster off the wall it takes up too much space We ain't no f**ing rock band man,we're a preofessional disgrace Is the word i would use to discribe the noises we make Feed back,wrong key,a lack of dignity So dont think we dont know we'e f**ing losers Washed up old men the years we put the same 4 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 sh** We may not get respect you think we dont know? We may be riding with a one way ticket-down Were goin down but i got no regrets They'll come in time i can't remeber Ever having a better time On the road to pity we just pa**ed integrity Pull the plug put us out of this rural misary Giving a new meaning to fligging a dead horse So we all agree please drop us at the next glue factory