I'm a so called singer and song writer
For all you know I could be making this up as I go
Turn on the radio
Don't touch that dial if you wanna hear something without soul
What your force fed you can't swallow so now its stuck in your head
Well applaud a plot against the audience
Its your money their after
They say its not for me
I got something to stick in your top 40
Top fucking 40
You're maniacal your bar cannot be lower
And your ignorance shows when you set them on fire
Buying into their Hollywood lifestyle
Their was a time where people cared about your music and not your money
Rock and roll has lost its soul to a brand new devil
Rock and roll has become this second rate bottom less artist pit
Where's your heart in that
There's no place for you in this world
Your fake

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