Sellout

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 I'm sick
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.....