Last Of The Mullets lyrics

Bring me your tired and your downtrodden.

Show me what you`ve got left.

All those referred to as a dying breed.

The last of selflessness.



Remember yesteryear when we ruled the scene without a care in the world and nothing to pretend?

I swear this town must be the capital.

You can`t leave home without observing many fine examples of uninhibited rock.

These kids don`t have a clue when it comes to being cool.

We`ll have the last word at the maiden show.



Whoa! Send me back to my time so I can be with my kind,

forever outside the stadium.

And we`ll fight! Fight for what we believe!

What was it we believe? Living this lie is dangerous.



We`re not going anywhere, oh no.

We`re ready to rock out with reckless abandon no foolin`.

We`ll throw caution out the window and show all how it`s done.
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