Intro: verse 1 We’re the band with our own label That’s money under the table that’s answering to no one still bands just love to hate us Talking shit behind us but smiling to our face verse 2 That’s OK it’s not that they don’t like us They’re just a little jealous cause we’re having more fun (the band that wouldn’t die) We’re the self-crowned kings of candor sultans of slander Bastions of D.I.Y. verse 3 Which means we make more money we’ve got better prescriptions We own most our own music no one’s got their hands in our pockets We don’t have management we get to play loaded and only 3 months a year Some years we just take off vacations are a write off and so is goin’ out (fuck us) I suppose that’s how we’ll go out played out and way after our time
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