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