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

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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