The Contract - Lyrics - U.s. Bombs

An old motel broad side of the road there aint been a lick of sense the manager hides the lable sighsthrough booking agents and promoter ties The contracts runnin out tonight back to the laundromats tonight We know our place we're in your face we are a disgrace for the human race no hallos here, none of us are saints the underrated , the underdogs the unnaounced, under the fog the boat keeps floating and we keep rowing F**k off we're marchin on We've never been about business man they won't play us on the radio I guess we're just a bloody neusance We're just a bunch of f**king punks (Chorus)