You're in a tiny small punk band Out of a tiny small town in New York You don't want to work in that street vendor in New York anymore Well that's fine But I've lost all respect thought I've got no remorse I just won't buy their CD anymore And if you really cared then I'd hope you do the same Whenever they're on the radio turn them off they're not the same Don't quit your day job Before your fad becomes yesterdays news Your band forgotten Your music thrown out the door In a tiny small town in New York I hatе sellout crowds and teeny-bopper moshpits I hate you and your brand nеw sound and how you want to be like everyone else You're in a forgotten punk band Out of a forgotten town in New York Your band's forgotten Your music thrown out the door In a tiny small town in New York