Woke up on the tracks

Almost got the axe

Barely made it back

I almost had to laugh

When I hit the street

Walked up to your door

I tried to turn the key

Didn't work no more

Believe me

This ain't just another pop song


So I went on down

To see what I could see

Saw a whole lotta people staring

Staring back at me

You know they looked the same

Like they was all alone

And that's the way you feel

When you ain't got no home

Believe me

This ain't just another pop song


This ain't no plastic hippy's

Stolen culture

Sold to millions

This ain't no suicide lover on the phone

And this ain't just another pop song


Corporate heads may roll

Bigger fish could fry

And if that money don't keep coming

You'll know the reason why

Because the bottom line

Waves it's bloody fist

And if the numbers don't add up

You just don't exist 

Believe me

This ain't just another pop song


How come these headlines read

Much more obscene

Than dirty dreams

How they water down

Everything that's real

(How am I supposed to feel)

Pop Song (cont.)


Sniper on the roof

I'm watching on "Ophry"

But he looks a little to familiar

He's aiming straight at me

I know I might get famous

Someone might cut a check

But I hope he don't see too good 

Cause I ain't done singing yet

Believe me 

This ain't just another pop song


Woke up on the tracks

Almost got the axe

Barely made it back

I almost had to laugh