Lyrics

[Label rep]: I can't smoke the stuff personally Makes me way too paranoid [Adam Sherburne]: Well well well Here we go, go again Hoarding much killa, no dollar, no yen Papa just signed a fat deal Both babies need new shoes But what about Mark and Phil? I'm not complaining I'm just explaining To the people that the public Grind can be draining When I got in it I was poor I'm not Samuel Becket but I'm still waiting for good dough I just want to bust some loops Now some CEO got me jumping through hoops Yeah, well I used to be Mister Nice Guy But now I'm "have your lawyer put your dick in a vice" guy Cause I'm over this rock n' roll circus This'll be the last time a label try to jerk us We can get worked on Nettwerk But I'll be damned if I ever get played again, Sam Play it again, Sam Fuck that Play it again, Sam Play it again, Sam Fuck that Play it again, Sam First you get a call from A&R Licking my ass, say "I'll make you a star" And then I'm hearing about band label unity And I'm thinking, fuck that shit, sink the money into my community You talk about the trust you want to build, though When you change your mind, get behind me with the dildo Twelfth hour stalled negotiation No economic sodomy without representation When it's over, have fun Yeah, but as soon as the record is done, get your ass on the road To rape and pillage Want you to be Vikings, sacking all the village Really don't care about your nervous breakdown Just so long as the bus doesn't break down And the product manager don't care She just say "get in your little suits and get your ass out there" Get your ass out there Fuck that Get your ass out there Get your ass out there Fuck that Go on, get your ass out there Get your ass out there Fuck that Get in your little suits and get your ass out there Fuck that Get your ass out there See you live in a rainforest Don't preach to no chorus Activists and (?) Since the press got it in for us You know my style, got a wife and child I'm not down with the mob or the pedophile For over five years I've been your hypocrite We were distributed by a major then, so who gives a shit? Hip hop suits, industrial boots Don't care what you wear, we're all prostitutes Wining, dining Wining, dining Wining, dining Wining and dining Wining and dining and Wining and dining and Wining and dining Now sign the fucking bottom line Sign the fucking bottom line Fuck that Sign the fucking bottom line Sign the fucking bottom line Fuck that Sign the fucking bottom line Well well well, what the fuck do we have here? Gouge your eyes out like Kurosawa's King Lear In the end I don't give a fuck That to you, I'm just a write-off for a quick buck After I'm gone you still have your job And no, you can't have the fucking back catalogue Still smoking blunts on the corner With the college promo guy from Warners Just here to let you know If you're gonna be a ho Sorry, it's a dog and pony show It's a dog and pony show Fuck that It's a dog and pony show [Repeat 6x] I'm telling you guys man, if you sign with Warner Brothers... Fuck that