(Here we go, a one, two, a one two three)

We heard it over the wires
That everybody here was fired
But we never even really felt hired
So we felt bad, but not that bad
We just pressed record
And started singin´ like we´d sung before
We got enough, so who needs more
Of what we never really had?
As the label when down in flames
Red ink and legal claims
We kept singin´ for the same
Reasons that we sang before