Fictitious

Stupid songs, shitty shows
A band that is, the biggest joke
Spending money, wish it was there
Does it look, like we care?

A poster here, flyer there
We’ve all got, crazy hair
Straight edge kids, flipping our lids
In our minds, we’re so big

Walking the streets, dragging our feet
Adrenalin low, it won’t flow
Till we get, to the show
A crowd of about, 20 or so

Playing till, we can’t play no more
All our bodies, are so sore
Determined to, make it big
We could do, 10 million gigs
Even at, the top most top
We wouldn’t dream, of trying to stop

Now we’re playing, in a true punk band
And the crowd, their giving us a hand
Gunna go backstage, grab our things
Next we get to, meet the kids

Flying high, touching the sky
Telling the truth, yea we won’t lie
Trying to help, don’t wanna see ‘em cry
It’s so sad, to say goodbye

Playing till, we can’t play no more
All our bodies, are so sore
Determined to, make it big
We could do, 10 million gigs
Even at, the top most top
We wouldn’t dream, of trying to stop

Starting a record label, to call our own
We’re gunna support, the home grown zone
Listening to them, just rocking out
Yea, that’s what its, all about

Playing till, we can’t play no more
All our bodies, are so sore
Determined to, make it big
We could do, 10 million gigs
Even at, the top most top
We wouldn’t dream, of trying to stop