I've got a story for you a tale of trendy trash

I forgot you know the ending well you

Fucking wrote it

And you think we don't see it your constant 

Hit-parading I'd like to find your

Pressure point and push you down

You think we are all too dumb to pick apart

Your bullshit song when your time is

All used up we'll be fine



It sickens me it hurts me how you've belit-

tled my dream I listen to you call it your

Fucking "music thing"

Another wasted effort limousines and pent-

house suites they brought and turned 

You into the puppet of the week and 

You think we are all too dumb to pick 

Apart your bullshit song You will never 

Shake my hand no sign of faith no promise

Ring coz I can't stand you



You can't break me down 

Piked off one by one 

Broken hands smothered screams never

Meant 

We were dead



Tell us all about how she left you cry

Beg and plead with her to forgive you

Or how the man has always kept you 

Down share with us how much you paid for 

Your song

This shit spills from your mouth dis-

honesty filled with doubt that "man"

You talk 

Your shit about bought your cars your

Hit your house

Take a look into these eyes and realize

No sign of faith no promise ring coz I can't

Stand you - go 

Bought and sold you're fuckin'

Done bought and sold