We’re unprofessional, we’re the monkeywrench
From the burbs of the D a real rag tag bunch
We’re like the Boondock Saints, the chosen few
We know this game and what we have to do
Guided by God his words we grasp
As we walk with a smile through the valley of death
We’re ready to go for what comes our way
We’ll be the super heroes of today
We’re the Patron Saints of Underdogs
We start the fight when we’re against all odds
When you’re down and out one thing is true
We’ll be there for you
We exist on recordings and memories
We stand in the trench of insecurity
A new campaign in the same old war
With the same attitude as we had before
Ready and able when the call goes out
Mic in hand, ready to growl
So when it looks no good, it’s your lucky day
We’ll be the super heroes of today!
We’ve never been the best at what we do
You can check record sales I think we’ve sold a few
We’ve never played to a sold out show
We’ve never had them lined up out the door
But our mission is clear, we got a job to do
We’ve been given a gift and want to share it with you
So when life just sucks and everything's gone wrong
Just think of us and sing along!
