Writing is getting even worse

This stupid name has become a curse

Without it nobody seemed to care

I'm being held hostage by my hair



The Mohawk shtick is getting stale

I know this album is going to fail

To change things now I couldn't dare

I'm being held hostage by my hair



To get this big, I guess I should've known that

My music career, well now I've blown that

A terrible album, but you do not care

Fans only like me for my hair



To get this big, I never thought it out

My music career is over without a doubt

Destined for nowhere

Fans only like me because



I'm the one with stupid keyboard beats

A CD-R plays on repeat

At the end of the night, I'm the one that I defeat



In three more years, I'll be on the streets

A plea for change I will repeat

It's in the pound, please put it to sleep