| They tied me up, they stripped me down, | |
| Against the world I'll stand my ground, | |
| I'll sell my songs, but not my soul. | |
| They'll chew you up, they'll spit you out, | |
| Yeah, follow me, we'll ride it out, | |
| I'll sell my songs, but not my soul. | |
| I'll take dignity over industry, | |
| My wardrobe has never meant shit to me. | |
| I'll sell my songs, but never my soul, | |
| And what the **** happened to rock and roll? | |
| I've got bruises on my hands and knees, | |
| And a list of failures in between. | |
| Always dirty, I am never clean, | |
| Music is what you hear, and not what you see. | |
| There's something wrong, this isn't right, | |
| I make the rules or I'm gone tonight, | |
| I signed the line but didn't lose control. | |
| They'll tell you lies right to your eyes, | |
| Before you know, they'll suck you dry, | |
| I signed the line but didn't lose control. | |
| We've got families and mouths to feed, | |
| I'll take pride over profit, | |
| And guts over greed. | |
| I signed the line but didn't lose control, | |
| And what the **** happened to rock and roll? | |
| I've got bruises on my hands and knees, | |
| And a list of failures in between. | |
| Always dirty, I am never clean, | |
| Music is what you hear, and not what you see. | |
| And if there's one thing left to tell, | |
| It's that I am being real. | |
| And you should know, yeah you should know | |
| Just how I feel | |
| Oh, just how I feel | |
| You should know, you should know just how I feel. | |
| I've got bruises on my hands and knees, | |
| And a list of failures in between. | |
| Always dirty, I am never clean, | |
| Music is what you hear, and not what you... | |
| I've got bruises on my hands and knees, | |
| And a list of failures in between. | |
| Always dirty, I am never clean, | |
| Music is what you hear, and not what you... | |
| Music is what you hear, and not what you see |