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Intro: G Em C Cm verse 1 G Em We're the band with our own label C Cm G That's money under the table, that's answering to no one Em still, bands just love to hate us C Cm G Talking shit behind us, but smiling to our face verse 2 A# Gm That's OK, it's not that they don't like us D# D#m They're just a little jealous, cause A# we're having more fun (the band that wouldn't die) Gm D# We're the self-crowned kings of candor, sultans of slander D#m A# Bastions of D.I.Y. verse 3 C F A# Which means we make more money, we've got better prescriptions Gm C We own most our own music, no one's got their hands in our pockets F A# We don't have management, we get to play loaded Gm and only 3 months a year C F Some years we just take off, vacations are a write off, A# and so is goin' out (fuck us) Gm I suppose that's how we'll go out, D# D#m A# played out and way after our time Gm D# D#m Gm
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