Lyrics:

Bands with managers are going places
Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces

But you don't believe when I say that it won't be alright
Alright

Vans with fifteen passengers are rolling over
But I trust T. William Walsh and I'm not afraid to die

But you don't believe when I say that it won't be alright
Alright
That it won't be alright
Alright
'Cause it won't be alright
Alright