So we started a band   We wrote some shitty song about lending a hand   To the poor little kid down the road   To play at all of our ultra-cool shows   Looking at an empty room   With nothing but our friend   Who will smile and clap for us   When we get off stage for the first time   It’s hopefully not the last time      Chorus      You passed out our flyers   You paid our admission at the door   You wore our shirts just to make it known we existed   And we know it’s not much   But we thank you for all that you do   And when the rest of the crowd stood staring emotionless   You scuffed up the floors;   It’s good to know someone’s enjoying us   Especially when just the week before   We played to three people’s backs as they alked out the door   And I know we can’t make it alone   But if you didn’t want to hear you could just stay home   But you stayed with us faithfully   And we play for you gratefully      Chorus