Look at all the flat screens playin’ all the sports.
look at all the neon glowin in the dark.
this ain’t an honest temple for the heart of a song,
it’s just another bar trying to profit of off art.
Bouncers and Cops, Bouncers and Cops!
Alpha-Male Violence, Bullies and Jocks!
it ain’t the only way, we don’t have to go
we don’t need your shit to have a fucking show
It’s so ridiculous, who would ever think
kids can’t see a band just because they’re serving drinks.
you treat us like we’re chumps, you treat us like we’re dirt,
but if we didn’t come, then you’d be out of work.
Bouncers and Cops, Bouncers and Cops!
Alpha-Male Violence, Bullies and Jocks!
ain’t the only way, we don’t have to go
we don’t need your shit to have a fucking show!
We blame the owner more, we never see his face.
this ain’t a music venue – it’s a barroom with a stage.
it’s here to make cash, it’s here to sell drinks.
if it was just for music, then this place would not exist.
why should we bring you money? why should we bring you crowds?
you got nice equipment, but you suck at doing sound!
you fail at doing promo, you treat kids like we’re trash,
so we’ll go throw our own and we’ll get to keep the cash.