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  • She saidShe said
    She saidShe said
    Don't worry
    I've got the bread
    Check's in the mail
    Full speed ahead
    Check's in the mail
    I won't come in your mouth
    Got some great gigs for you way down south
    Trust me you'll go far
    Trust me you'll drive far
    Drive mother******s!
    You got great shows
    But nobody knows
    Joke's on you
    HAHAHAHAHA
    She saidShe said
    Spoiled brats green behind the knees
    Need their mom to wipe their nose
    Every time they sneeze
    That's a ******* rock star when
    They had a taste of fame
    They don't understand
    They got to play the goddamn game
    And then she said
    She saidShe said
    Yeah you ******* rock stars
    Rooting out that groupie head
    APB on the mic
    Each night for a bed
    Where's your ******* 8-ball
    And presidential suite?
    At the Parc
    HotelAnd a sports car with 2 seats
    She saidShe said
    You're fired you lousy bum
    You're having too much fun
    And then we said
    Hey wait a minute
    We ain't no ******* rock stars
    What the hell?
    Honey it's not true
    We live on
    Frito-LayWe sleep out in the snow
    And we don't get paid
    As far as groupies go
    We're too tired to get laid
    We do it cuz we love punk rock
    There's no cash to be made
    We ain't no sleazy sellouts
    We really hate
    LAShe said
    She saidI'm not smoking crack
  • She saidShe said
    She saidShe said
    Don't worry
    I've got the bread
    Check's in the mail
    Full speed ahead
    Check's in the mail
    I won't come in your mouth
    Got some great gigs for you way down south
    Trust me you'll go far
    Trust me you'll drive far
    Drive mother******s!
    You got great shows
    But nobody knows
    Joke's on you
    HAHAHAHAHA
    She saidShe said
    Spoiled brats green behind the knees
    Need their mom to wipe their nose
    Every time they sneeze
    That's a ******* rock star when
    They had a taste of fame
    They don't understand
    They got to play the goddamn game
    And then she said
    She saidShe said
    Yeah you ******* rock stars
    Rooting out that groupie head
    APB on the mic
    Each night for a bed
    Where's your ******* 8-ball
    And presidential suite?
    At the Parc
    HotelAnd a sports car with 2 seats
    She saidShe said
    You're fired you lousy bum
    You're having too much fun
    And then we said
    Hey wait a minute
    We ain't no ******* rock stars
    What the hell?
    Honey it's not true
    We live on
    Frito-LayWe sleep out in the snow
    And we don't get paid
    As far as groupies go
    We're too tired to get laid
    We do it cuz we love punk rock
    There's no cash to be made
    We ain't no sleazy sellouts
    We really hate
    LAShe said
    She saidI'm not smoking crack