I've got a story for you a tale of trendy trash I forgot you know the ending well you f**ing wrote it And you think we dont see it your constant Hit-parading I'd like to find your Pressure point and push you down You think we are all too dumb to pick apart Your bullsh** song when your time is All used up we'll be fine It sickens me it hurts me how you've belittled my dream I listen to you call it your f**ing "music thing" Another wasted effort limousines and penthouse suites they bought and turned you into the puppet of the week and you think we are all too dumb to pick apart your bullsh** song you will never shake my hand no sign of faith no promise ring coz I can't stand you You can't break me down Picked off one by one Broken Hands smothered screams never meant We we're dead Tell us all about how she left you cry beg and plead with her to forgive you or how the man has always kept you down share with us how much paid for your song this sh** spills from your mouth dishonesty filled with doubt that "man" you talk your sh** about bought your cars your hit your house take a look into these eyes and realize no sign of faith no promise ring coz I can't stand you-GO bout and sold you're f**in' done bought and sold You can't break me down picked off one by one broken hands smothered screams never meant we were dead you can't break me down picked off one by one broken hands smothered screams never meant we were dead bought and sold you're f**ing' done bought and sold