Crash through the picture window that looks onto the scene,
Dispose the antidote that dries up all your dreams.
Make way the cavalry, comply with their demands.
This is how to make a scene, this is how to take a stand.

Whore us out, to the press,
We’ve written the songs, we’ve passed the test of,
Time will tell,
If you will give us away or you will sell us out.

So you say there’s a better way to this store bought fame and fortune?
Forget about the pride, we can do without, keep pushing down the path of selling out.


Take me back two years to show you,
We haven’t lost our ground.
We started out just like the others,
And we’re not backing down.
(Stay away, from store bought fame)

You call me up on a Saturday night saying, “Wish we were out there with you…”
Your bags are packed and the van is on, the stars are in your eyes,
Life isn’t waiting for you…
My guitar is in my hand and the world’s on my back,
My girl’s all alone and I’m under attack, yeah.
Is this selling out to you?
Tell me, is this selling out to you?

So call us out like the rest,
We’ve stood in the face of critics and we won’t back down,
So give us away or you can sell us out


Lyrics submitted by heyfrank

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