Tear that poster off the wall,
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It takes up too much space,
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We ain't no fucking rock band, man
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We're a professional,
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Disgrace, is the word I would use,
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To describe the noises we're making.
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Feedback, wrong key, a lack of dignity,
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So don't think we don't know we're fuckin' losers.
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Washed up old men,
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The years we'd play the same four chords,
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Over and over and once again.
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Posing as musicians,
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Justify what we get paid.
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Time to forfeit,
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We may be in the light,
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But we ain't shit.
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We may not get respect,
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You think we don't know we may be riding on a one way ticket down.
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We're going down,
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But I got no regrets.
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They'll come in time
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I can't remember having a better time.
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We might just make it, but we'll make it to the show
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We'll be sedated, what did you expect, want to go
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On the road to pity,
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We just passed integrity,
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Pull the plug,
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Put us out of this aural misery.
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Giving a new meaning to,
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Flogging a dead horse.
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So we all agree,
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Please drop us at the next glue factory.
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Yeah, yeah, yeah,
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We know that we ain't shit.
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We Ain't Shit
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| NOFX |
