we'd be called The Belligerent Bums. Our shows would be EPIC!
In the middle of warbling through the greatest hits of Whitesnake, Winger, Warrant, and other 80s rock bands whose names start with W, we'd, abruptly, stop, swan dive into the audience, and start panhandling.
If people didn't give us money, we'd start punching them in the neck, until they did. If they started to cry from all of the neck punching, we'd be all, "Hey, 'belligerent' is right there in our name, dude! What did you expect?"
Then, we'd all leave before the cops arrived.
Moral of this story? Cops are definitely Debbie Downers.