An old motel broad side of the road
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there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides
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the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties
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The contracts runnin out tonight
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back to the laundromats tonight
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We know our place we¡¯re in your face
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we are a disgrace for the human race
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no hallos here, none of us are saints
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the underrated , the underdogs
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the unnaounced, under the fog
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the boat keeps floating and we keep rowing
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Fuck off we¡¯re marchin on
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We¡¯ve never been about business man
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they won¡¯t play us on the radio
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I guess we¡¯re just a bloody neusance
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We¡¯re just a bunch of fucking punks
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[Chorus]
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The Contract
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