Cell Out

[Verse 1] She asked me if I was a singer, then called me has-been She said she really liked my band in the early '90s, oh yeah I said stop saying those mean things, my ego is so fragile And then she called me a poseur punk Why don't I drink up and get the hell out 'Cause I'm a sellout [Verse 2] That berating kinda bumped me out, so I left the parkside I walked to my Volvo and noticed I had a couple slashed tires, oh no But adding injury and insult to vandalism Someone took a key to my door and boldly spelled out "You're a sellout" [Outro] It says on the side of my car That I'm a sellout I play a Korean guitar But I'm a sellout I'm a sellout I'm a sellout