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 

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DRUGS ARE GOOD 

Want to fuck off, drop out 
Never trust a fuckin' hippie 
For that matter don't trust anyone 

Quit school, don't work 
Livin' up the music you punk 
If I could do it so could anyone 

Drugs are good 
They make you do things that you know you not should 
And when you do them people think that you're cool 
And when you do them people think that you're cool 

Want to join a punk band 
Shave your head and get a tattoo 
You don't need talent just the attitude 

Self destruction 
For no particular reason beat up everyone 

Drugs are neat 
And you can buy them relatively cheap 
And when you do them people think that you're cool 
And when you do them people think that you're cool 

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