We were up on stage I heard a classic drum fill Blasting 100 decibels over the hill It was getting pretty loud, I asked who it was A guy in a raincoat shouted back “They’re called War On Drugs” It sounded like basic John Fogerty rock I said, “This next song is called ’The War On Drugs Can Suck My Cock.’”
Suck my cock, War On Drugs (x8)
We were playing a show down in Chapel Hill To a bunch of drunk hillbillies, and it smelled like swill Microphones didn’t work, the staff couldn’t give a fuck The crowd was getting out of hand and I told them all to shut the fuck up
All you rednecks, shut the fuck up (x8)
Someone got offended and wrote a piece of crap Some spoiled bitch rich kid blogger brat And posted some graffiti done by some half wit Thought my actual name was Sun Kil Moon, what a dumb shit
Sun Kil Moon, go fuck yourself (x8)
I met War On Drugs tonight and they’re pretty nice But their hair is long and greasy, hope they don’t have lice I heard them do their soundcheck; next to the Byrds They’re definitely the whitest band I’ve ever fucking heard
The whitest band I’ve ever heard is War On Drugs (x8)
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They’re playing the Fillmore tonight and it’s sold out Bridge-and-tunnel people are people too, this is their big night out They smoke a joint with their buddies on their way in their cars They’re gonna rock out tonight to some good commercial lead guitar
Bridge-and-tunnel people love them some War On Drugs (x8)
War On Drugs, suck my cock / War On Drugs, beer commercial rock (x2)
War On Drugs loves Fleetwood Mac War On Drugs loves Mellencamp War On Drugs, let’s give ’em a cheer War On Drugs, to make three albums took ’em nine fucking years