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