When the audience gives you the daggers
And the front row is obviously bored
You've already played all your bangers
They're starting to walk out the door

Oh half of them already hate you
Half of them aren't really sure
So you pick up your glass and get wasted
And play them a song that they know

Like the smiths, oh wait morrissey's racist
So I guess you'll have to play some oasis

Today is gunna...