Sell Out

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
And I don’t remember what I read
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
And 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, I just don’t believe it
Sell out, with me oh yea, sell out
With me tonight, the records company’s only 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 noo
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…
Sell out, with me oh yea, sell out, with me tonight
The record companies gonna give me lots of money and
Everything’s gonna be (all right)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The record company’s gonna make everything alright
The record company sign that paper tonight
She said that I can work in fast food all my life