Fools

This is a song for all you managers and agents out there

Are ya listening? Good!

They take your money, break your soul

They say it's only rock 'n' roll

They think they're cool to wheel and deal

Without a thought to how we feel

They pick you up and drop you flat

Then tell you life can be like that

You blew it all the day you signed

Your stupid name on some dotted line

We hate the men who make the rules

The ones who always try so hard to make us look like fools!

They say we need them - it ain't true

The music's down to me and you

We play their games, play real nice

We gotta hear their dumb advice

We hate the men who make the rules

The ones who always try so hard to make us look like fools!

So many lies, they get confused

You start to feel you're being used

If ten percent is all they take

What happens to all the bread you make?

Every day it gets a little harder

Just to keep on keeping on

Do we really need all this bullshit?

So long now all the thrill has gone

We hate the men who make the rules

The ones who always try so hard to make us look like fools!

It's so hard to make us look like you!