Didn't pay your goddamn cash to hear us Girlfriend don't want to come near us Got six small beers and a room to clear Came somewhere left of venus It aint us yeah that you all came to see We're the support band, and we come cheap Yeah, drove 400 miles and grown again To play the same 12 songs out of tune again Van got broke in Rotterdam city Them fuckers stole my duty free bottles of whisky And swinging around with the boys on radio We're the support band, we're not the one you know There's a cold wind blowing through the backstage room It don't look like we're gonna be home soon Just another month or two Word's just been passed around We hear you're real big in your hometown Well that just don't mean shit 'round here We just don't go for that retro sound Go on back to 1965 Hey you're the support band so clear your ass on time There's a cold wind blowing through the backstage room It don't look like we're gonna be home soon Just another year or two Local PA guy's a dipshit Keeps calling us all convicts Moustachio Hamburg Rambo Keeps dreaming 'bout a job with UFO Like my brother tells me anytime he writes Sure beats making pizzas And waiting around to die. INSTRUMENTAL END