On the FM Without Beggin’ We didn’t call, we didn’t write, and we damn sure didn’t mail no pie with a USB stick in it But someone out there hit play and it rolled Phoenix, Texas, Canada, the UK, Australia Somewhere between the weather, lawnmower ads, and old-school country our noise hit the FM waves This one goes out to the folks who got ears on their heads and guts behind the board Don’t need names We just know somebody out there said “Hell, this one’s worth spinnin’” Takes some real damn balls to drop us in the mix next to label-fed sugar pop Even if it’s just for a minute And we respect the hell outta that We take that as a damn fine compliment