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W.C. Lyric

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No wine or caviar
Maybe pinga har har har
No beautiful girls backstage
Never on time, always late
Roadies got no respect for us
Maybe 'cause they get no cash
All have gathered for the show
We got no fans just folks we know
But we don't care
We fuck it up yeah
No we don't care
It's moshing, diving, pogoing everywhere
None of us looks even nice
A face only mom could like
Moon the crowd way to go
Get a sneaker on your nose
Short dicks with big balls
Can't really play at all
We're just assholes don't you know
But we ain't got no place to go
Chorus