Sam nodded, "i think so too, Though I tend to favor foreign bands over american ones because most american bands end up becoming sell outs," He scratched his arm and said, "your band seems really well put together, they're awesome, too bad your playing for all these drunken phonys, but hey, everyone has to start somewhere"
"Hold on," Derek said. He motioned for Mike to come back up to where the band setup was. They started playing...
"I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that I'm the man,
I'm the man,
And you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that f*ckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f*ck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
If I'm the f*ckin' man
Then you're the f*ckin' man as well
So you can point that f*ckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb f*ck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dipshit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar"