You're not passing through.
Well who the **** are you?
I'm off stage,
Don't have a lot to say
But the party starts anyway.
We get into a fight
About the show tonight,
It's easy to ruin my day.
Oh no, knocking on the door,
And she's got a lot to say.
You end up in our dressing room,
You fill us up with crap;
This shit won't go away.
Oh no, someone's at the door,
I have never seen you before.
You say you're on the guestlist,
You gotta get through.
Well who the **** are you?
Another day,
Another gig to play,
I gotta go get away.
I'm in the dressing room,
People having fun,
That's about to change.
Oh no, knocking on the door,
I've never met you before.
You come into our dressing room,
You talk a lot of shit,
Can't take it no more.