G Em
We're the band with our own label
C Cm G
That's money under the table, that's answering to no one
Em
still, bands just love to hate us
C Cm G
Talking shit behind us, but smiling to our face
verse 2
A# Gm
That's OK, it's not that they don't like us
D# D#m
They're just a little jealous, cause
A#
we're having more fun
(the band that wouldn't die)
Gm D#
We're the self-crowned kings of candor, sultans of slander
D#m A#
Bastions of D.I.Y.
verse 3
C F A#
Which means we make more money, we've got better prescriptions
Gm C
We own most our own music, no one's got their hands in our pockets
F A#
We don't have management, we get to play loaded
Gm
and only 3 months a year
C F
Some years we just take off, vacations are a write off,
A#
and so is goin' out (fuck us)
Gm
I suppose that's how we'll go out,
D# D#m A#
played out and way after our time