Take my money, talk your shit, don't worry about this I've been taking shit going on 23 years now so stop running your mouth
That's a nice guitar your parents bought you And now you're driving in their van I'm getting sick of all your bullshit And you're talking louder than my band
I'm not impressed with your moves I'm getting depressed listening to your band Your mouth's been open for way too long and I don't know how much more I can stand
Take my money, talk your shit don't worry about this I've been talking shit going on 23 years now so shut your fucking mouth
That's a nice drum set your parents bought you Clear green just like your singer's eyes We get it you really like the misfits and Helmet should have opened for you guys
I'm not impressed with your moves I'm getting depressed listening to your band Your mouth's been open for way too long and I don't know how much more I can stand Take my advice and don't come back You're not welcome around here Go pay to play somewhere else You'll make it really big next year
Take my money, talk your shit Don't worry about this