Wristband

Wristband « see all songsLyrics: 

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 want to get in a… 

 Wristband, my man You 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 got to have a wristband And if you don’t have a wristband 

You don’t get through the door I can’t 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 6-foot-8 

And he’s acting like St. 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 

 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 shorthand 

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

 © 2016 Words and Music by Paul Simon