From Kyrgyzstan With Love

Let me tell the long story
Of faded rock and glory
Of midday men who sought to take over the world

Instead of twice the magic
Come six men clothed in tragic
Who thought that they'd be the next big thing unfurled

So where are the A&R men galore?
We're in the same farm shed we were in before
How do you bring what's not been brought forth before?
Why wait for an option?
Just do it by yourself

A failed battle contestant
Sound nasal decongestant
There's so much vitriol, one hand choke regain

Handing out gigs like Christmas
Megadeth t-shirt witness
Playing to three people who'd much rather game

We would be here all day if we waited for you
How much would you strip out to package us to?
We take all our loved ones and jam sheds, we do
Our noise and our laptop
Just do it by yourself

But please!
If there's a chance that you'd sign us...
We promise we won't counterstrike our way famous!
We'll try stick to four-beats and four-chord arrangements!
For you.!