When I was a little kid
I couldn't have told you what a sellout is
Kiss, the clash, and darby crash
I didnt care who forked over the cash
In my heart the music lived
Not what jackets and labels read
it's your money, do what you want
dont be bullied, you have a voice
it's your choice, dont cry to me
Who made up the rules
Isn't it quite hypocritical
To tell us what is hip and ridicule
Those who have what you wanted all along
Jealousy, greed want a lock on the scene
Indie adolph dont tell me
I inject what I want in me
Make your own rules
Like lemmings jumping off a cliff
Thats cool if its how you choose to live
Listen up, dont be fooled, do what you wanna do
and know the difference
It's your allowance-you allow it
Who makes up your rules
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