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