We're the band with our own label That's money under the table, that's answering to no one But still, other bands just love to hate us Talking shit behind us, but smiling to our face
That's OK, it's not that they don't like us They're just a little jealous, cause we're having more fun (the band that wouldn't die) We're the self-crowned kings of candor, sultans of slander Bastions of D.I.Y.
Which means we make more money, we've got better prescriptions We own most of our own music, no one's got their hands in our pockets We don't have management, we get to play loaded and only 3 months a year Some years we just take off, vacations are a write off, and so is goin' out (fuck us) I suppose that's how we'll go out, played out and way after our time
