Severe Tire Damage: Not Dead Yet

(Russ Haines)

This is a scratch track for a song the band never bothered to learn.

Listen:

The music starts, the singer screams, there's feedback all to hell
I think I've played this gig before
I'm burning brain cells and there's ringing in my ears
Pretty soon the cops will shut us down

Impenetrable fog begins to fill the room
I guess the drugs are finally kicking in
The words confuse the audience like puzzled dogs
No one will dance until the drums kick in

	We get a little older nearly every day
	Losing hair and gaining weight
	At least we have a good time unlike some other bands
	We party hard and stay out late

Because we're not dead yet
Not dead yet
Not dead yet
...Not dead yet

We've got a CD that'll never sell
Our story is in papers we can't read
Publicity is great but all our friends are sick of it
And the TV doesn't care how we sound

	Even this song was ripped off from some other band
	Maybe Green Day or the Ramones
	But every day I wake up thanking god I'm not a dick
	He's the guitarist in someone else's band

Because we're not dead yet
Not dead yet
Not dead yet
...Not dead yet

The Grateful Dead, are, and that's how we feel
And joke 'em if they can't take a fuck
Your Monty Python tapes are twenty-five years old
The clever oblique reference is stale

	There's nothing noble about getting old
	But there's not much you can do
	So buy some t-shirts, condoms, and your own stick on tattoo
	And sing along with me...

Because we're not dead yet
Not dead yet
Not dead yet
...Not dead yet