Driving a life for the people who refuse to leave their home Leaving our lives in ruin for a chance to roll the stones Here comes Paul sleeping upright in the hall with trouble on his mind He's been in the zone, something to the tone of the Stooges or the MC5
Here we come straight out of the sun to the dark heart of your town Punters fall, pissing on the wall, tearing the posters down Institution of electrocution and the blood all over the stage Down into the pit with the sweat and the spit and The Bone is starting to rage
We don't care who you think we are! And if you can't stand up to the wave, Then you better get out of the way!
Kurt won't sing when he breaks a string and he's bringing the rah-rah down An American bass, a mike in the face, assault of noise and a wall of sound Runnin' like a mother, tuning up another guitar he doesn't own! With a bad reputation all across the nation we're never quite at home
We don't care who you think we are! Pipes will call us to the grave! We don't care who you think we are! And if you can't stand up to the wave, Then you better get out of the way!