Seven Days Of Samsara We Don't Write Songs We Write This
hey hit maker, where has the feeling gone? when was it
that the royalty replaced the love, replaced the song?
hey hitmaker? whats your guarentee? i hear its shot up
like a skyrocket rising so fast passing two (no) three.
wheres it gone? who stole the feeling? wheres it gone?
who stole the soul? wheres it gone? who stole everything
that ever meant anything to everyone who built that
pedastal and held you up. 'lets clap for the cash now!'
this is my corporate boycott of a growing trend. 'its
pointless to play if youre not getting paid.' youre not
rocking out, youre cashing in. 'its pointless to play if
youre not getting paid.' and so you go for the gold and
so you shoot for the greed and crush those who get in
your way cuz 'its pointless to play if youre not getting
paid.' PEOPLE ARE MAKING MONEY OFF OF PUNK ROCK. SOME
PEOPLE ARE MAKING A LOT OF MONEY. SOME PEOPLE ARE
EXPLOITING THE PUNK AND HARDCORE COMMUNITY TO FINANCE
THEIR ROCK STAR LIGESTYLES. THERE IS NO ROOM IN THIS
SCENE FOR THESE PEOPLE, BANDS, LABELS, DISTRIBUTORS,
PROMOTERS, OR ANYONE ELSE WHO IS 'SLUMMING IT' IN THE
PUNK SCENE JUST TO GET THEIR PIECE OF OUR COMMUNITYS PIE.
ALL THE QUOTES WERE EITHER SAID OR SUNG BY THE MEMBERS OF
BRAID/HEY MERCEDEES AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER, BUT NO, THIS
SONG IS NOT ABOUT THEM. OR IS IT? WHY DO YOU CARE?
