Backsell

I was scanning through the stations

Every channel sounded clear

With tempo like a timepiece

You know you are on a grid you just slide the snare

No worries for admission

Cause we got you on the list

But when your boy found out we don’t put out

You know his face turned red and he got so pissed

Now there is a message on my cell phone everyday

“Hi, this is Luke Wood from DreamWorks”

“This is Joel Mark from MCA”

Capitol!

Send the A&R with a firm offer

Interscope!

If the answer is no you can write your own

But the frenzy Britt warned me of has begun

Their cash cow killed himself so they’re looking for the next one

I was glancing through a glossy

I had to scribble out my face

Because I’m always self-effacing

Or I’m just arrogant I guess they both are fake

Like when you listen back on headphones

With a trickle in you throat

You know its hard to sing and I’ve been struggling

But with some Auto-Tune I can hit the note

So its 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8

“That first note was flat but the rest I think sounded great”

Capitol!

Trash the mobile home at the festival

Interscope!

Throw that big TV off the balcony

Cause the excess excess is drying up

So when the bottom drops out boys we will be the lucky ones