An old motel broad side of the road   there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides   the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties      The contracts runnin out tonight   back to the laundromats tonight   We know our place we're in your face   we are a disgrace for the human race   no hallos here, none of us are saints      the underrated , the underdogs   the unnaounced, under the fog   the boat keeps floating and we keep rowing   Fuck Off we're marchin on   We've never been about business man   they won't play us on the radio   I guess we're just a bloody neusance   We're just a bunch of fucking punks      [chorus]