You say our music is fucked, but what about yours?
At least we are creative, autonomous and more
We're not kissing asses, or sucking managers'balls
Corporate fuckheads, can't do it alone
Puppets on a string, pathetic assholes
Keep your jealous talks, your back stabbing and go home
Go kiss an ass and lick some balls
You say the underground is crap, but why are you so bothered?
Oh yes, maybe it hurts, by business-men being fucked
But you're just a one-day fly, the next day you will be dumped