Are we washed? (StreetDolls x ELIROBB)

Wait…

Did we just lose another spot?

Again?

Again.

We had the room,

We had the lights,

Had everybody singing every night.

Now somebody new walks through the door,

And somehow we’re not playing anymore.

I check the lineup,

Read it twice.

Tell me when did we get replaced by guys

Who can’t even hold a note in tune?

Don’t say it…

I’m just asking!

Okay, maybe you’re right.

Maybe we’re getting older,

Maybe the scene moved on.

Maybe we’re yesterday’s favorite song…

Or maybe everybody

Just got their ears wrong.

Yeah…

That’s probably it.

Are we washed?

Are we washed up?

Did we finally run out of luck?

We keep losing all our spots

To people who should probably stop.

Are we washed?

Tell me we’re not.

Maybe we’re better than we thought.

If this is how the story ends…

At least we know

We were never bad.

We used to get the calls,

Used to get the praise.

Now we’re watching from the side

While somebody else takes the stage.

And I’m trying not to laugh

When they start that song…

You hear that?

I hear it.

They’re really doing this?

They’re really doing this.

Oh no…

I don’t wanna sound bitter,

But I’m looking at the list.

How did we go from headliners

To “maybe they’ll be missed”?

I practiced every weekend,

Put my heart into the craft.

Now somebody sings two notes

And suddenly they’re getting booked back-to-back.

Maybe I’m jealous,

Maybe I’m mad.

Maybe watching people win

Makes me question what I have.

But if being “washed”

Means I actually gave a damn…

I’m upset… but

I’m not done yet.

Maybe we’re getting older,

Maybe the scene moved on.

Maybe they forgot

Where we came from.

Maybe they don’t hear it…

Maybe they don’t know…

Maybe we just need

Another song.

Are we washed?

Are we washed up?

Did we finally run out of luck?

We keep losing all our spots

To people who should probably stop.

Are we washed?

Tell me we’re not.

Maybe we’re better than we thought.

If they don’t want us on their stage…

We’ll build our own

And take the spot.

Maybe we’re not washed.

Maybe we’re just tired.

Maybe we’re not finished.

Maybe we’re just fired.

From every room…

From every stage…

But we’re still writing

Another page.

You wanna quit?

Do you?

Not really.

Me neither.

Then what are we waiting for?

Are we washed?

ARE WE WASHED UP?

Did we finally run out of luck?

We keep losing all our spots

To people who should probably stop!

Are we washed?

NO!

Are we done?

NO!

Did they think we’d disappear?

NOT A CHANCE!

Let’s go!