Didn't pay your goddamn cash to hear us   Girlfriend don't want to come near us   Got six small beers and a room to clear   Came somewhere left of venus   It aint us yeah that you all came to see   We're the support band, and we come cheap      Yeah, drove 400 miles and grown again   To play the same 12 songs out of tune again   Van got broke in Rotterdam city   Them fuckers stole my duty free bottles of whisky   And swinging around with the boys on radio   We're the support band, we're not the one you know      There's a cold wind blowing through the backstage room   It don't look like we're gonna be home soon   Just another month or two...      Word's just been passed around   We hear you're real big in your hometown   Well that just don't mean shit 'round here   We just don't go for that retro sound   Go on back to 1965   Hey you're the support band, so clear your ass on time      There's a cold wind blowing through the backstage room   It don't look like we're gonna be home soon   Just another year or two...      Local PA guy's a dipshit   Keeps calling us all convicts   Moustachio Hamburg Rambo   Keeps dreaming 'bout a job with UFO   Like my brother tells me anytime he writes   Sure beats making pizzas   And waiting around to die.