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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 Songtexte 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 Aus Songtexte Mania