What the hell is going on

We never get to play

Are we too drunk

Are they too drunk

It's just the scene today



The owner of your club

Would like to hear it

Nice and slow

But we'll sit here

And drink your beer

And spill it on your floor

We don't play rock & roll



We try to play some metal for you

To bang each other's heads

But when it comes to my stuff

Why don't you tell me, man

What's gone wrong...


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