Driving a life for the people who refuse to leave their home

Leaving our lives in ruin for a chance to roll the stones

Here comes Paul sleeping upright in the hall with trouble on his mind

He's been in the zone, something to the tone of The Stooges or the MC5

Here we come straight out of the sun to the dark heart of your town

Punters fall, pissing on the wall, tearing the posters down

Institution of electrocution and the blood all over the stage

Down into the pit with the sweat and the spit and The Bone is starting to rage

We don't care who you think we are

And if you can't stand up to the wave

Then you better get out of the way

Kurt won't sing when he breaks a string and he's bringing the rah-rah down

An American bass, a mike in the face, Assault of noise and a wall of sound

Runnin' like a mother, tuning up another guitar he doesn't own

With a bad reputation all across the nation, we're never quite at home

We don't care who you think we are

Pipes will call us to the grave

We don't care who you think we are

And if you can't stand up to the wave

Then you better get out of the way

We don't care who you think we are

Pipes will call us to the grave

We don't care who you think we are

And if you can't stand up to the wave

Then you better get out of the way

We don't care who you think we are

Pipes will call us to the grave

We don't care who you think we are

And if you can't stand up to the wave

Then you better get out of the way