It wears on my patience when I talk to those deejays

At the corporation station they slather on false praise

Even though I'm slow I know no radio will give my record spins

Lean on me all you want to, I'll break before I bend



Way up in those ivory towers with gold records on the walls

All the big wigs got the power but they ain't got the balls

The desk bound clowns that run this town

Have watered down the sound just like their gin

Lean on me all you want to, I'll break before I bend



Hell yeah I'd love to make it but I suck at playing games

I'd rather starve than fake it for a little taste of fame

It's wrong to be a doggone pawn singing songs that make

You yawn for payments on a long mercedes benz

Lean on me all you want to, I'll break before I bend