How do you measure whether you've made the grade ?
How many hits you've played or the wage they've paid ?
The hit parade's a charade, fuck the chart
It ain't about making money, it's about making art
When I hit the stage I'm a soul uncaged
Like a beast unleashed I release the rage
You could slit my wrist with the sharpest blade
And I'd bleed fucking music all over the page
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You've got a number one hit |
..and you've got no heart
..and you've got no soul
..and you just ain't real
..and you can't play
..and you've got nothing to say
..better stay out my way
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You've got a number one hit and your music's shit
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It ain't the concern for earning that keeps my fire burning
As long as I'm growing as long as I'm learning
Passion fans the flame and it's hard to contain
When a so-called musician takes the name in vain
Sick of standing witness to your musical heresy
Don't confuse my bitterness with jealousy
Your fool's gold record doesn't mean a thing
In the valley of the blind you're the one-eyed king
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You've got a number one hit |
..and you've got no heart
..and you've got no soul
..and you just ain't real
..and you can't play
..and you've got nothing to say
..better stay out my way
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You've got a number one hit
and your music's shit
I see.... |
..through you |
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My litmus test for success: If I bless
Each song with every ounce of heart and soul I possess
No more no less, the only goal I hold
The progression of musical expression
Fuck mass appeal 'cause I'm keeping it real
Integrity's preventing me from making that deal
You can't judge quality with a popularity contest
See who's best by the way they express
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You've got a number one hit |
..and you've got no heart
..and you've got no soul
..and you just ain't real
..and you can't play
..and you've got nothing to say
..better stay out my way
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You've got a number one hit
and your music's shit
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