I stepped outside the backstage door to breathe some
nicotine
And maybe check my mailbox, see if I can read the screen
Then I heard a click, the stage door lock
I knew just what that meant
I'm gonna have to walk around the block if I wanna get it in
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
If you don't have a wristband, my man, you don't get through
the door
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
And if you don't have a wristband, my man, you don't get
through the door
I can explain it, I don't know why my heart beats like a
fist
When I meet some dude with an attitude saying "hey, you
can't do that, or this"
And the man was large, a well-dressed six-foot-eight
And he's acting like Saint Peter standing guard at the
pearly...
Wristband, my man, you've got to have a wristband
If you don't have a wristband, you don't get through the
door
And I said "Wristband? I don't need a wristband
My axe is on the bandstand, my band is on the floor"
I mean it's just...
Wristband
The riots started slowly with the homeless and the lowly
Then they spread into the heartland towns that never get a
wristband
Kids that can't afford the cool brand whose anger is a
short-hand
For you'll never get a wristband
and if you don't have a wristband then you can't get through
the door
No you can't get through the door
No you can't get through the door
Say you can't get through the door, no
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