We Strive for Excellence Songtext
von Clutch

I have a hammer, a box of nails
Two M-80s and punk sticks
My uncle′s favorite Farrah Fawcett lighter
A Schwinn Hurricane with BMX grips

We deliver where Knievel failed
What's a little bit of tetanus?
Pledge allegiance to the denim flag
And strive for excellence

Yes, we do
We strive for excellence
Yes, we do
The dinner bell ain′t calling me home

I found at least a dozen two by fours
Marine grade plywood
No six million dollar men
No retakes, no Hollywood


One and done, feet off the pedals
Naïve elegance
Salute the denim, light the pyro
And strive for excellence

Yes, we do
We strive for excellence
Yes, we do
The dinner bell ain't calling me home

You're in the cub scouts, right?
I believe I need a tourniquet
I can hear my mama calling
Hand over that snake bite kit

We deliver where Knievel failed
What′s a little bit of tetanus?
Pledge allegiance to the denim flag
And strive for excellence

Yes, we do
We strive for excellence
Yes, we do
We strive for excellence


Yes, we do
We strive for excellence
Yes, we do, yes, we do
We strive for excellence