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 fakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
