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Sign away your soul today Give your dreams up for all of the fame Wasted talent on a lousy buck A former aspiring artist Once admired by all of the kids Now a sold-out washed-up mindless schmuck How does it feel to become a product? A commodity made for mass consumption Amend your style to increase your paycheck Well you've lost my respect Musician turned salesman No more creativity No more originality Those days are gone, compromised by greed No more surprising novelty No more ingenuity Those days are gone, compromised by greed Give the mob what they wanna hear Same old songs remade over and over How does it feel to become a product? A commodity made for mass consumption Amend your style to increase your paycheck Well you've lost my respect Aus Songtexte Mania