Give Us Some Credit

We're flying down the highway, going to a show

Someplace I don't know

But we're playing too fast for not enough cash

I hope the money in my pocket will last

Give us some credit

We want some credit

Well, we've been busting our asses too long

Now give us what we want

We took a chance and said all right to a gig

But we didn't even have a van

When we finally got a ride, there was nobody inside

They said, "Better luck next time"

Well, I want a real job, I want to play guitar

But my daddy says, "Son, that won't get you very far"

I ain't gonna work in no factory

I gotta do what feels good to me

Oh yeah

And that's a one, two, three, four

Pound that kick drum through the floor

Well, it's a five, six, seven, eight

Come on now, don't be late

So we took our records down to the local DJ

And we asked him for a play

He said, "Sorry, boys, if it were up to me

But there is no airtime today"

Well, we're down on our luck and we are getting eaten up

And nobody gives a fuck

I guess we'll keep on playing fast for not enough cash

And once in a while get a piece of ass

I ain't gonna work in no factory

I gotta do what feels good to me

Uh-huh

And that's a one, two, three, four

Pound that kick drum through the floor

Well, it's a five, six, seven, eight

Come on now, don't be late

Give us some credit

Give us some credit

Give us some credit

Well, we've been busting our asses too long

Now give us what we want

And that's a one, two, three, four

Pound that kick drum through the floor

Well, it's a five, six, seven, eight

Come on now, don't be late

And that's a one, two, three, four

Pound that kick drum through the floor

Well, it's a five, six, seven, eight

Come on now, don't be late

Yeah, come on now, don't be late

Well, come on now, don't be late

Come on now, don't be late