Tear that poster off the wall   It takes up too much space   We ain't no fucking rock band, man   We're a professional   Disgrace - is the word I would use   To describe   The noises we're making   Feedback, wrong key, a lack of dignity   So don't think we don't know we're   Fuckin' losers   Washed up old men   The years we'd play the same four 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 shit   We may not get respect   You think we don't know   We may be riding on a one way ticket down   We're going down   But i got no regrets   They'll come in time   I can't remember having a better time      On the road to pity   We just   Passed integrity   Pull the plug, put us   Out of this aural misery   Giving a new meaning to   Flogging a dead horse... so we   All agree   Please drop us   At the next glue factory   Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know that we ain't shit