searching for some holy grail
the boys inebriate their minds
high on crack, bravado, show
here they’ll leave their dough behind
soon the band begin their set
they never made the Holy Grail
it’s covers now of classic rock
with Acquiesce they down the sail
the boys are stoned and drunk now
the band knows that they’ll slumber
until their pipes are fully smoked
for that too was their blunder
the band sings now of love and hate
the boys they lip, don’t listen
who do they appreciate?
their asses want some kissin’
the band’s near finished playing now
each wannabe crawls out
and the front man asks the bass man
if it’s worth it to play out