Where’s Hitler?
We were due on forty minutes ago.
Fucked if I know, bro.
What we gonna do?
Damn, I tired of this shit.
It’s every other night.
I know, I know.
It’s like we’re his hired hands.
Can you hear them out there?
Those kids paid good money.
We do what we always do.
Sit tight, do shots, give him ten minutes.
Damn, I tired of this shit.
It’s every other night.
I know, I know.
It fucking sucks.
We’re going to have to open
with a blues jam again.
I know, I know.
It fucking sucks.
I mean, imagine Zep opening
with ‘Bonzo's Montreux’?
Ah, fuck it. We’re here aren’t we?
And those fuckers are wasted.
True, true. We could fart on the mics
and they’d still give us gold discs.
Ha! Yeah. What are you going do.
Hey, let’s have some vodka.
Hell yes. Shoot, line them up.
It’s going to be a long night.
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