ฟังเพลงsellout

Who the hell have I been kidding

I sold my soul to the corporation

They know me better than I know myself

I better shut it up

I better shut it up

You got a problem with the way I think

I got a problem with the way you think

That you can program me

Like a damned machine

I'm gonna take a stand

And say f*ck this scene

I'm sick of imagery

Instead of artistry

I'm sick of apathy

Instead of harmony

I'm sick of poets working part time jobs

While pissy people pick and choose the stars

I know that I should be

The last one to speak about this

But even sellouts have their dreams

Set the music free

Da da da

Oh what the hell was I trying to prove

I ran away so young

Now on the move

Like a vandal I wear my mask

And all you punks back home

You can kiss my ass

Cause I got a feeling deep down inside my soul

That's taken three whole years to gain control

And I ain't never no never no never no never

No never no never coming home

Da da da

Ohh