We got a little bread these days so we don't have to take it



Well people all aroud us say ”you're never gonna make it”



A lick and a promise try to put us down



Well I'm sorry for the man but we're still around



There's a poster on the wall



The unknown galant four







We smell a lot of shit turn around now, look who's talking



Don't hang around here, fuck off, you better start walking







Even if you pay us, we wont be there



Even if you beg us, we just don't care



Even if we make it we won't give a shit



Shut up







It seems like your mind is dry like desert sand



Cause you talk a lot of shit about us still you love our band