sellout

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

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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

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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

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I know that I should be

The last one to speak about this

But even sellouts have their dreams

Set the music free

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da da da...

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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

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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

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da da da...

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Ohh

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