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Let me introduce you to our dumb little band. You might find it hard tounderstand--we've got a show even though we know no one's gonna go.
We'll crank our second-hand Marshall Stacks dumb little knobs. We'repaying for them with our dumb little jobs. The guy at the bar says hethinks we okay, we kind of remind him of green day. But its a dumblittle band and tehre's not much to say maybe we'll see you when we playin some big empty room one day. We do a record every year that no body'sgonna year or understand, a dumb little band. Every year weself-destruct a bit. We break up when teh drummer quits. We talk himinto doing one more show and then the bass player quits and we break upagain. We don't know how to be regular guys or what to do with out dumblittle lives. We dont' have anything to prove. We'll be in trouble if weever do. Cause it's a dumb little band but we travel through the land.
We unpack all our stuff from our dumb little van. We play some songs andthen we pack it up again. Hand in hand, a dumb little band. Not exactlyin demand. Our friends are all busy with their own affairs, becomingpunk rock millionaires. They're taping their live album at the Hollywood
Bowl. We're taping our flyers to the telephone pole. It's a dumb littleband and nobody knows why we keep having shows even though nobody goes.
We keep rolling along playing our dumb little songs. Hand in hand, adumb little band...
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