hey hit maker, where has the feeling gone? when was it that the royalty replaced the love, replaced the song? hey hitmaker? whats your guarentee? i hear its shot up like a skyrocket rising so fast passing two (no) three. wheres it gone? who stole the feeling? wheres it gone? who stole the soul? wheres it gone? who stole everything that ever meant anything to everyone who built that pedastal and held you up. "lets clap for the cash now!" this is my corporate boycott of a growing trend. "its pointless to play if youre not getting paid." youre not rocking out, youre cashing in. "its pointless to play if youre not getting paid." and so you go for the gold and so you shoot for the greed and crush those who get in your way cuz "its pointless to play if youre not getting paid." PEOPLE ARE MAKING MONEY OFF OF PUNK ROCK. SOME PEOPLE ARE MAKING A LOT OF MONEY. SOME PEOPLE ARE EXPLOITING THE PUNK AND HARDCORE COMMUNITY TO FINANCE THEIR ROCK STAR LIGESTYLES. THERE IS NO ROOM IN THIS SCENE FOR THESE PEOPLE, BANDS, LABELS, DISTRIBUTORS, PROMOTERS, OR ANYONE ELSE WHO IS "SLUMMING IT" IN THE PUNK SCENE JUST TO GET THEIR PIECE OF OUR COMMUNITYS PIE. ALL THE QUOTES WERE EITHER SAID OR SUNG BY THE MEMBERS OF BRAID/HEY MERCEDEES AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER, BUT NO, THIS SONG IS NOT ABOUT THEM. OR IS IT? WHY DO YOU CARE?
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