Writing is getting even worse
This stupid name has become a curse
Without it nobody seemed to care
I'm being held hostage by my hair
The Mohawk shtick is getting stale
I know this album is going to fail
To change things now I couldn't dare
I'm being held hostage by my hair
To get this big, I guess I should've known that
My music career, well now I've blown that
A terrible album, but you do not care
Fans only like me for my hair
To get this big, I never thought it out
My music career is over without a doubt
Destined for nowhere
Fans only like me because
I'm the one with stupid keyboard beats
A CD-R plays on repeat
At the end of the night, I'm the one that I defeat
In three more years, I'll be on the streets
A plea for change I will repeat
It's in the pound, please put it to sleep