You should never get your style
From watching MTV
All you get is fashion
No originality
What clothes are they wearing
Or what drugs are they on
If I drove a Mercedes, would I be someone?
Lord, should I nail a Presley (?)
Or should I be a member of the Manson family
It all seems so trivial but they call it marketing
Exploiting the talent, Lord what a sin thing

Said, I feel your pain
It's a shame
People, I feel your pain
Some man is to blame

But I'm gonna break it down
Any way that I can
I'm gonna scream, I'm gonna yell
'cause I don't wanna use my hands

Solo

'cause you put that wall up around you
Now you can't see out
You can't hear my words
No matter how long I shout

'cause I scream at the wall
But these don't hear a sound
I can't seem to move like some men down the ground
Keep your ass on the road
And I saw you at the mall
Try trimming down the wall
But has got 'em all

And we don't need no video
To make up for our song
Put the pin to the boomer in a unique style (styl-on)
Get the together with the drum and the bass
We mix that shit all up
And then we rob up the place
'cause the club will get bored
With the same old beat
And if you need some music
When you roll down the street

Said I feel you pain
It's a shame
People, I feel your pain
Some man is to blame

Said I feel you pain
It's a shame
People, I feel your pain
Some man is to blame

(sing:)

It's these naked fools, who
You think they are cool
Try to deny me
For simplicity

But I don't wanna bruise you
I don't wanna lose you
But don't try to deny me, boy