| Song | Everybandweeverloved |
| Artist | The Henry Clay People |
| Album | Twenty-Five for the Rest of Our Lives |
| No more room for romantics, | |
| I wanna be a machine, | |
| I’ve been sentimental, | |
| And no memories | |
| You gave us nothing to do so we did nothing, | |
| Nothing sentimental no more memories. | |
| Every band we ever loved | |
| Is selling out or breaking up | |
| Finding out the limits of their reach | |
| And so resent the ones pissin’ green and money | |
| While the other ones are tired of running | |
| Around and around and around and around and around, | |
| Under the underground. | |
| You try to find the fanatics, | |
| Listen for their screams, | |
| Prey on younger blood or the new naïve | |
| They gave us something to build and then they build something | |
| While the rest of us are sharpening our teeth | |
| Every band we ever loved, | |
| Is selling out or breaking up, | |
| having doubts about your precious scene | |
| Resent the ones pissin’ green and money | |
| While the other ones are tired of running | |
| Around and around and around and around and around, | |
| Under the underground. | |
| Every band we ever loved, | |
| Is selling out or breaking up, | |
| We learned to drink, | |
| We learned to drink for free. | |
| Well we were learning to drink for free | |
| Oh we were learning to drink for free | |
| I wanna be a machine, | |
| I wanna drink for free | |
| Every band that we ever loved | |
| They looked like us I think they felt like us | |
| We saw ourselves letting go of our dreams | |
| Young and blood piss green and money | |
| While the rest of us are tired of running, | |
| Around and around and around and around and around, | |
| Under the underground. |
| No more room for romantics, | |
| I wanna be a machine, | |
| I' ve been sentimental, | |
| And no memories | |
| You gave us nothing to do so we did nothing, | |
| Nothing sentimental no more memories. | |
| Every band we ever loved | |
| Is selling out or breaking up | |
| Finding out the limits of their reach | |
| And so resent the ones pissin' green and money | |
| While the other ones are tired of running | |
| Around and around and around and around and around, | |
| Under the underground. | |
| You try to find the fanatics, | |
| Listen for their screams, | |
| Prey on younger blood or the new na ve | |
| They gave us something to build and then they build something | |
| While the rest of us are sharpening our teeth | |
| Every band we ever loved, | |
| Is selling out or breaking up, | |
| having doubts about your precious scene | |
| Resent the ones pissin' green and money | |
| While the other ones are tired of running | |
| Around and around and around and around and around, | |
| Under the underground. | |
| Every band we ever loved, | |
| Is selling out or breaking up, | |
| We learned to drink, | |
| We learned to drink for free. | |
| Well we were learning to drink for free | |
| Oh we were learning to drink for free | |
| I wanna be a machine, | |
| I wanna drink for free | |
| Every band that we ever loved | |
| They looked like us I think they felt like us | |
| We saw ourselves letting go of our dreams | |
| Young and blood piss green and money | |
| While the rest of us are tired of running, | |
| Around and around and around and around and around, | |
| Under the underground. |