[Verse 1]
Who the hell have I been kidding
I sold my soul to the corporation
They know me better than I know myself
I better shut it up
I better shut it up
[Verse 2]
You gotta problem with the way I think
I gotta problem with the way you think
That you can program me
Like a damned machine
I'm gonna take a stand
And say fuck this scene
[Verse 3]
I'm sick of imagery
Instead of artistry
I'm sick of apathy
Instead of harmony
I'm sick of poets workin' part-time jobs
While pissy people pick and choose the stars
[Verse 4]
I know that I should be
The last one to speak
About this but even sellouts have their dreams
Set the music free
[Chorus]
[Verse 5]
Oh what the hell was I tryin' to prove
I ran away so young
Now I'm on the move
Like a vandal I wear my mask
And all you punks back home
Yah you can kiss my ass
Cause' I gotta feelin' deep down inside my soul
That's taken three whole years to gain control
And I ain't never, no never, no never, no never, no never, no never
Coming home
[Chorus]
