Who The Hell have I been kidding, I sold my soul to the Corperation and only got it known myself i better shut it up i better shut it up
you got a problem with the way i think? i got a problem with the way you think That you can program me like a dam Machine I'm gonna a stand and say fuck this scene
I'm sick of imagery instead of artistry think of apithy Instead of harmony I'm sick of poet's 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 Sell Outs have there dreams,Set The Music Free (humming thing part) Tha da ta da da raa tha da ta da raaa de daa ta da raaa[x2]
Oh what the hell was i Trying to prove, I ran away so young now on the move like a vandal i wear a mask, and all you punks
back home you can kiss my ass cause i gotta feel it
deep down in my soul, it's taken three whole years to gain control and I ain't Never No Never No Never No Never No Never No Never Commin' Home.....