Lyrics to Badd Beat
We'll book this tour to be oh, oh so good.
We're gonna steal your guaranted shit.
Oh steer clear, we're on a wicked path.
We've got plans, wicked plans
It's the least we could do.
Cause we gotta get ours somehow.
It would be too easy making 10 percent off the tours we book for you.
So we figure we'll take as much as we can because it's not up to you.
The music the band provides brings the kids to the shows,
You know we just don't care.
There are a lot of other bands we can use if you don't want this tour.
The point is even though everyone knows,
We treat the bands like shit and nobody has the guts to speak out.
Cause they're afraid that they won't get the tours at the end of the day.
You fucking kids, you've gotta learn the golden rules.
You gotta use who you can on your way to the middle.
You only give a favor for a favor in return.
You get burned if you turn the other cheek.
We don't believe you kids are so naive to think that things could change
Cause nothing ever changes in the real world,
Oh, we're gonna drive the message home,
Cause money fills the gas tank in the van.
Oh steer clear, we're on a wicked path.
We've got plans, wicked plans
It's the least we could do.
We're gonna steal your guaranted shit.
Oh steer clear, we're on a wicked path.
We've got plans, wicked plans
It's the least we could do.
Cause we gotta get ours somehow.
It would be too easy making 10 percent off the tours we book for you.
So we figure we'll take as much as we can because it's not up to you.
The music the band provides brings the kids to the shows,
You know we just don't care.
There are a lot of other bands we can use if you don't want this tour.
The point is even though everyone knows,
We treat the bands like shit and nobody has the guts to speak out.
Cause they're afraid that they won't get the tours at the end of the day.
You fucking kids, you've gotta learn the golden rules.
You gotta use who you can on your way to the middle.
You only give a favor for a favor in return.
You get burned if you turn the other cheek.
We don't believe you kids are so naive to think that things could change
Cause nothing ever changes in the real world,
Oh, we're gonna drive the message home,
Cause money fills the gas tank in the van.
Oh steer clear, we're on a wicked path.
We've got plans, wicked plans
It's the least we could do.
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