Christopher Drew
Sellout
Who the hell have I been kiddingI sold my soul to the corporationThey know me better than I know myselfI better shut it upI better shut it upYou gotta problem with the way I thinkI gotta problem with the way you thinkThat you can program meLike a damn machineI wanna take a standAnd say fuck this sceneI'm sick of imageryInstead of artistryI'm sick of apathyInstead of harmonyI'm sick of poets workin' part time jobsWhile pissy people pick and choose the starsI know that I should beThe last one to speakAbout this but even sellouts have their dreamsSet the music freeBa da da da da da,Songtexteda da da da dada da da dada da da da da daDa da da da daDa da da da daBa da da da da daOh what the hell was I tryin' to proveI ran away so youngNow I'm on the moveLike a vandal I wear my maskAnd all you punks back homeYah you can kiss my assCause' I gotta feelin' deep down inside my soulThat's taken three whole years to gain controlAnd I aint never no never no never no never no never no neverComing homeBa da da da da daDa da da da daDa da da daDa da da da da daDa da da da daDa da da da daDa da da daDa da da da da daOhhh.
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