2nd cla**, yeah I've sold my soul, 1 million ducats for my bleeding heart Yeah, take me back, when I was poor and hungry for one morsel of your love Carolina, did you think that we'd be finer Well I'm a slave to the Pop Pop Radio, relegated to the Pop Pop Radio now I blame it on the Pop Pop Radio Let Me Go MMM Sneak attack, they pushed, poked, pulled Until my Greatest hits my deal ain't done Payola's back and I've gone gold, I'm the corporate who*e's fortunate son Promises made before fortune and fame Are so good when they last Ain't no good when they change. I write the words, I play the part To know that in the future We get back to the start Cause I got much grander plans, Baby gonna be high as the sky Patience my love all in good time As sure as the sun, brings on that day We will be all alone, miles and miles away. Yeah the people will talk and the papers will say