Underage, backstage
Played our demo on the radio
Staple gun, on the run
Never been higher, hangin' up flyers
We paid to play, sell us a six pack
Or we steal your microphones and paint them black
Seen 'em come go punk, get out of here
You're never going nowhere and you get no beer
And ya
Never be nothing
Never be nothing
Never be nothing
But a bar band
Pack up your gear
Load up the van
Never be nothing
But a bar band
Busted me, back alley
Flashin' neon, stealin' Freon
Amps on 10, we handcuffed in
patrol car, behind the bars
Mr Police, yo, you got to let us go
10 of our friends waiting for the show
Gimme your drugs, punk, and pour out your beer
I'll bust yo' ass if I catch ya 'round here
And ya
Never be nothing
Never be nothing
Never be nothing
But a bar band
Pack up your gear
Load up the van
Never be nothing
But a bar band
Ad in the Flyer said, Local bands needed
Lost the battle of the bands because we got cheated
Yeah
Live by the code of the road
Asleep in the van, guitar in my hand
Ladies and gentlemen, we're back again
Playing for the door, shut up and count to four
1 2 3 4
Never be nothing
Never be nothing
Never be nothing
But a bar band
Pack up your gear
Load up the van
Never be nothing
But a bar band