They tied me up, they stripped me down,
Against the world I'll stand my ground,
I'll sell my songs, but not my soul
They'll chew you up, they'll spit you out,
Yeah, follow me, we'll ride it out,
I'll sell my songs, but not my soul

I'll take dignity over industry,
My wardrobe has never meant shit to me
I'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
And what the fuck happened to rock and roll?

I've got bruises on my hands and knees,
And a list of failures in between
Always dirty, I am never clean,
Music is what you hear, and not what you see

There's something wrong, this isn't right,
I make the rules or I'm gone tonight,
I signed the line but didn't lose control
They'll tell you lies right to your eyes,
Before you know, they'll suck you dry,
I signed the line but didn't lose control

We've got families and mouths to feed,
I'll take pride over profit,
And guts over greed
I signed the line but didn't lose control,
And what the fuck happened to rock and roll?

I've got bruises on my hands and knees,
And a list of failures in between
Always dirty, I am never clean,
Music is what you hear, and not what you see

And if there's one thing left to tell,
It's that I am being real
And you should know, yeah you should know
Just how I feel
Oh, just how I feel
You should know, you should know just how I feel

I've got bruises on my hands and knees,
And a list of failures in between
Always dirty, I am never clean,
Music is what you hear, and not what you

I've got bruises on my hands and knees,
And a list of failures in between
Always dirty, I am never clean,
Music is what you hear, and not what you
Music is what you hear, and not what you see