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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 we're 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 Fuck Off we're marchin on We've never been about business man they won't play us on the radio I guess we're just a bloody neusance We're just a bunch of fucking punks
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