Sellout a stadium
You think you’re something special
Push millions of albums
You think you’re something else
Try so hard to get on
Then forget where you came from
Just cuz you talk about it
Don’t mean you know where you are
You sold your soul to the devil
And the price was cheap
Compared to what you get when you shear the sheep
You signed onto the narrative
Now it’s all you know
The blind leading the blind
Pushing the rebels into the wall
You can’t claim the streets you came
When you’re friend of foe
And you lost your aim
When your funds are high
But your deeds are low
And your only news is the wealth you blow
You’re a sellout
Selling clout
But you’re poor as dirt
And your time is out
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