Stupid music´s on the radio. Monotonous bass and no idea About grooves and harmonies. And you do what you are told to do And you sing what they want you to sing about You fucking slave of the music industry.
And I tried it once, I tried it twice, I tried it one thousand times And I even tried it a once again. I wrote ´bout you, ´bout true love, ´bout bad, bad luck About sex and drucks and rock´n´roll.
And they call me no hit wonder.
I took the best songs that I had ever made. Sent them to the record companies to get a label deal. But those wankers a bored and unimpressed. I don´t think they ever play a song of mine in the radio. That´s still a fucking dream
And I tried it once, I tried it twice, I tried it one thousand times And I even tried it a once again. I wrote ´bout you, ´bout true love, ´bout bad, bad luck About sex and drucks and rock´n´roll.
And they call me no hit wonder.
And that´s why I play in a rock´n´roll band. Tree chords kickin´drums and it still comes from the heart but you are too blind to see. You can stick your refusals up your ass get rich, stupify with the shit that you´ve created in your shit factory