Rubber Made Band

A rubber made band will never, ever break up
So someone seemed to say
Until they sold their hearts out to get paid

They touched the world with their fat, fat fingers
On its forehead, wide and pale
And they pissed their songs out
Through a hole on the side of the stage, barricade
And the curtain fell
The records sell

There was a spirit circa 1968
Though we had yet to be conceived
The best ideas had yet to change
So we'll believe just for the meantime
Until convenient times convene
Yeah, we've got shit to get done
And babies to make
Yeah, we got wives to leave
And lives to lead
And mouths to feed

And all sincerity will pass
Like golden shit through your golden ass
We will breed out in the streets
Yeah, we will breed
All the immortal beings know
Yeah, privileged kids love their rock and roll
Oh, oh, oh, they love their rock and roll

It's just the song and the dance
All the party kids and their one night stands
Well let the romance sit
With the romantics
It's just the song and the dance
The rubber made band just expands
It just expands, it just expands, it just expands