Don't need your good advice Your bad-ass pose Your tons of contacts Your control I gotta go
Don't need your record deal Your line of coke Your fancy friends And your support I gotta go
Hey hey hey, we're not that dumb, we can do it ourselves, We're doomed to fail, don't need your help Hey hey hey, we don't have to sell our soul To a wanna-be-satan and his court We're all losers, don't you know?
Don't need your friendly contracts Your fake love Your coloured vinyl Your comfort I gotta go
Don't want your good advice Your line of coke Your fancy friends And your control I gotta go
