We Started This Band To Get Dates

Yeah kids this is really all a front
We ain't really a bunch of punks
Just a band of hard up queens
Who squirmed our way into your damn scene!

We want your digits, emails or cards
Phone numbers come in handy when we play your town
Desperation kicks in now & then
So we'll be sure to approach you with a paper and a pen
We're desperate yeah so fucking desperate
Can't you see through the lies
We came to work you, don't you like the disguise
Can't you tell we're a bunch of fakes