Sell Out Songtext / Lyric

well, i know you can't work in fast food all your life

but don't sign that paper tonight, she said, but it's too late.

i don't remember what i read, i don't remember what they

said, i guess it doesn't matter, i guess it doesn't matter

anymore - you're gonna go to the record store

you're gonna give'em all your money

radio plays what they want you to hear

they tell me it's cool but i just don't believe it...

sell out, with me oh yea, sell out, with me tonight

record company's gonna give me lots of money and

everything's gonna be. (all right)



no more flippin' burgers puttin' on my silly hat you know

i don't want that no more, i didn't ask when we'd

get paid, i quit my day job anyway, i guess it

doesn't matter, i guess it doesn't matter anymore

you're gonna go to the record store, you're gonna

give'em all your money, radio plays what they want

you to hear, they tell me it's cool, but i just don't

believe it

sell out, with me oh yea, sell out

with me tonight, the record company's gonna give me

lots of money and everything's gonna be.



i don't think it'll be so bad

i know it won't be so bad

cause the man said "that's the way it is" and the

man said "it don't get better than this" no no no



so i signed on to the record company, they say they're

gonna give me lot's of money, if i play what they want you to hear

they tell me it's cool, and i sure believe it...