Guestlist

You're not passing through

Well who the fuck 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 fuck 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