Paroles de W.C.

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