AF#
We're the band with our own label
DEA
That's money under the table, that's answering to no one
F#
But still bands just love to hate us
DA
Talking shit behind us, but smiling to our face
AF#
That's OK, it's not that they don't like us
DEA
They're just a little jealous, cause we're having more fun (the band that wouldn't die)
AF#D
We're the self-crowned kings of candor, sultans of slander
EA
Bastions of D.I.Y.
BmEA
Which means we make more money, we've got better prescriptions
F#D
We own most of our own music, no one's got their hands in our pockets
EA
We don't have management, we get to play loaded
F#
and only 3 months a year
DE
Some years we just take off, vacations are a write off,
A
and so is goin' out (fuck us)
F# (Strum every chord just once from here)
I suppose that's how we'll go out,
DEA
played out and way after our time
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