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This is a song for all you |
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Managers and agents out there |
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Are ya listening? |
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GoodThey take your money, break your soul |
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They say it's only rock 'n' roll |
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They think they're cool to wheel and deal |
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Without a thought to how we feel |
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They pick you up and drop you flat |
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Then tell you life can be like that |
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You blew it all the day you signed |
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Your stupid name on some dotted line |
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We hate the men who make the rules |
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The ones who always try so hard |
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To make us look like fools |
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They say we need them, it ain't true |
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The music's down to me and you |
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We play their games, play real nice |
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We gotta hear their dumb advice |
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We hate the men who make the rules |
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The ones who always try so hard |
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To make us look like fools |
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So many lies, they get confused |
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You start to feel you're being used |
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If ten percent is all they take |
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What happens to all the bread you make? |
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Every day it gets a little harder |
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Just to keep on keeping on |
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Do we really need all this bullshit |
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So long now all the thrill has gone |
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We hate the men who make the rules |
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The ones who always try so hard |
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To make us look like fools |
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It's so hard to make us look like you |