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Well, I know you can’t work in fast food all your life
But don’t sign that paper tonight, she said, but it’s too late.
I don’t remember what I read, I don’t remember what they
Said, I guess it doesn’t matter, I guess it doesn’t matter
Anymore - you’re gonna go to the record store
You’re gonna give’em all your money
Radio plays what they want you to hear
They tell me it’s cool but I just don’t believe it...
Sell out, with me oh yea, sell out, with me tonight
Record company’s gonna give me lots of money and
Everything’s gonna be. (all right)
No more flippin’ burgers puttin’ on my silly hat you know
I don’t want that no more, I didn’t ask when we’d
Get paid, I quit my day job anyway, I guess it
Doesn’t matter, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore
You’re gonna go to the record store, you’re gonna
Give’em all your money, radio plays what they want
You to hear, they tell me it’s cool, but I just don’t
Believe it
Sell out, with me oh yea, sell out
With me tonight, the record company’s gonna give me
Lots of money and everything’s gonna be.
I don’t think it’ll be so bad
I know it won’t be so bad
Cause the man said ’that’s the way it is’ and the
Man said ’it don’t get better than this’ no no no
So I signed on to the record company, they say they’re
Gonna give me lot’s of money, if I play what they want you to hear
They tell me it’s cool, and I sure believe it...
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