We bought our tickets to the show
Through some sleight of hand that
yellow man can only see our
Cigarettes and stubs
And with his wand's two magic tones
We raced into the superdome
Eleven dollars for a beer
That concession stand had
Forced our hand as clearly it's the
Only game in town
We wouldn't let that get us down
We took that shit and drank it down
We fought for 52nd row
Through some sleight of hand the tallest man fought
harder for a spot in 51
Though the stage I could not see
I'll watch it on my LCD screen
So far not one old song we know
Dressed in classic black with sequenced tracks to
Phone it in with choreographed flaws
Somehow I feel like going home
I raced out of that superdome
I saw my favorite band
They phoned it in again
I saw my favorite band
They're pandering to themselves
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