This is a story bout a band's life
And how they failed to sacrifice
Just about how they played their cards
They lived their lives rather hard
He bought his guitar at the flea market
The neck was too short and the strings didn't fit
It had more holes than it should to be fit
But he took it home and he polished it
He won't discuss his guitar's attraction
He won't give them the satisfaction
He said one thing will always be true
I'll keep playing every day and night
I won't give up without a fight
And if you can't appreciate my art
Than I'll pack my bags tonight and dart
They hate this song and they know it's written about them
Every great band has to come to an end
He got his drums when he turned 13
His parents were madder than he'd ever seen
The police came to his house that night
They got mad and they started a fight
He won't discuss his drums attraction
He won't give them the satisfaction.
He said one thing will always be true...