Lyrics
We work too damn hard
We might play too loud
But whatever happened...
To makin' your own sound
Man it's all the same
3 hour sets for no pay
You play your main stream music
Pack up, and get the Hell out the way...
Well put a quarter in a jukebox
If you want to hear Someone else's songs
Better head out that front door
If you can't learn to sing along
If you want Top 40, Go turn on your radio
We're playing our music...
Then we'll hit the road
What happened to the outlaws
Oh they didn't give a damn
About trying to fit in
To make imaginary fans
Well you can't find your way
WIthout originality
Make your songs be your truth
And the fire in your soul when you play
Or put a quarter in a jukebox
If you want to hear Someone else's songs
Better head out that front door
If you can't learn to sing along
If you want Top 40, Go turn on your radio
We're playing our music...
Then we'll hit the road
Now I ain't got nothin'
Against a tribute to the King
Or a nasty old blues riff
Ripped off straight from SRV
But you can't blaze a trail
Without a fire from a spark
And you sure ain't gonna get it
From a cover band, after dark
Well put a quarter in a jukebox
If you want to hear Someone else's songs
Better head out that front door
If you can't learn to sing along
If you want Top 40, Go turn on your radio
We're playing our music...
Then we'll hit the road