We're the band you gotta hear We're sitting around drinking beer It gets kind of smoky around here So come a little closer so I can sneer:
“Hey Ho, Prog's got to go Its all a little dead, it's the close of the show. We're trying, we're dying, we're crying for you Move along little doggy its time to undo
The mess you've created, the dead bands that still live on There's more fish to fry, it's a pretty big pond. So come over to us, the dark side of “The bomb'
