[Verse]

Walk into the party

You don't know who we are

I ain't even know three fucking chords

We got our rhythm and our bass guitars

We're gonna play 'till you know who we are

[Refrain]

I have my own ideas on you

Good and bad

We've been through

[Chorus]

We even been through the kids sent in by our media controller

They arrived in an '87 Ford with a gun rack

Case of Bud and a stiletto in the back

It's the kind of show you end up at

When you get stabbed by the blade

Big business made

I wanna go boot, I wanna go blade!