It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
I'd go make some copies, spending most of my nights
With a friend of mine who worked down at Kinko's
And the secrets that we shared
All the copies that we stole
Got caught one time, and it was no good
So many copies each night, we were outta control

And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
Then we looked down at the the copies
Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then

We had bad margins
We were printin' with bad margins
We were young and dumb, and we were printin'
With bad margins

The years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
No copy connection and no one to help me fold
And I really had no choice
Too many copies for me to hold
I was living to run and running to live
Never worried about paying or even how much I owed

Making eight zines a month, for months at a time
Breaking all of the rules that would bend
I never seemed to notice in that frame of mind
Where the end of my sentences might end

With bad margins
so many little zines with bad margins
I found myself seeking help from bad margins

(instrumental -- I just want to take this time to really
emphasize to all you young zine-makers out there
exactly how important it is to be fully aware
of exactly how much space you have on your paper
Give yourselves room, shrink it down if you need
When even one word is cut off, even one letter,
Well, the whole story can be ruined. And that,
in turn, can ruin an entire zine. After all
the hard work you've put into this project, the last
thing you want is to fuck it up at the copy
machine. Run off one copy, check your margins,
and make adjustments. Come back later for a
bigger and better print run. You'll be happy you did.)

Well those drifter's days are past me now
I've got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out

I don't need bad margins
I'm still regrettin' those bad margins
I'm older now but still regrettin' the bad margins
Well I'm older now and still regrettin'

The bad margins
The bad margins
The bad margins

Stop printin'
Gotta stop printin' with bad margins
Stop printin'
Just stop printin' with bad margins
Stop printin'
printin' with bad margins
printin' with bad margins

See the young ones print
Watch the young ones print
Watch the young ones printin'
They'll be printin' with bad margins
Don't let the zinesters print
Don't let the zinesters print
They'll be printin' with bad margins
With bad margins ...