We got a little bread these days so we don't have to take it Well people all aroud us say ‿you're never gonna make it‿ A lick and a promise try to put us down Well I'm sorry for the man but we're still around There's a poster on the wall The unknown galant four We smell a lot of shit turn around now, look who's talking Don't hang around here, fuck off, you better start walking Even if you pay us, we wont be there Even if you beg us, we just don't care Even if we make it we won't give a shit Shut up It seems like your mind is dry like desert sand Cause you talk a lot of shit about us still you love our band