Never Shout Never Sellout
Who the hell have I been kidding?
I sold my soul to the corporation
You know me better than I know myself
I better shut it up
I better shut it up
You gotta problem with the way I think
I gotta problem with the way you think
That you can program me
Like a damn machine
I wanna take a stand and say
"Fuck this scene"
I'm sick of imagery instead artistry
I'm sick of apathy instead of harmony
I'm sick of poets working part time jobs
While pissy people pick and choose the stars
I know that I should be,
The last one to speak
About this, but
even sellout's have their dreams:
Set the music free.
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-do-do-da
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-do-do-da
oooo
What the hell was I tryin' to prove?
I ran away so young, now on the move
Like a vandle,
I wear my mask
All you punks back home
Yeah you can kiss my ass
Cause I gotta feeling deep
inside my soul.
It's taking three whole years
to gain control
And I ain't never no never no never no never no never no
never comin' home.
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-do-do-da
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-do-do-da
ooooo
