Оригинален текст
An old motel broad side of the road
there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides
the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties
The contracts runnin out tonight
back to the laundromats tonight
We know our place were in your face
we are a disgrace for the human race
no hallos here, none of us are saints
the underrated , the underdogs
the unnaounced, under the fog
the boat keeps floating and we keep rowing
fk off were marchin on
Weve never been about business man
they wont play us on the radio
I guess were just a blood neusance
Were just a bunch of fking punks
Chorus