Backsell

I was scanning through the stations Every channel sounded clear With tempo like a timepiece You know you are on a grid you just slide the snare No worries for admission Cause we got you on the list But when your boy found out we don’t put out You know his face turned red and he got so pissed Now there is a message on my cell phone everyday “Hi, this is Luke Wood from DreamWorks” “This is Joel Mark from MCA” Capitol! Send the A&R with a firm offer Interscope! If the answer is no you can write your own But the frenzy Britt warned me of has begun Their cash cow killed himself so they’re looking for the next one I was glancing through a glossy I had to scribble out my face Because I’m always self-effacing Or I’m just arrogant I guess they both are fake Like when you listen back on headphones With a trickle in you throat You know its hard to sing and I’ve been struggling But with some Auto-Tune I can hit the note So its 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 “That first note was flat but the rest I think sounded great” Capitol! Trash the mobile home at the festival Interscope! Throw that big TV off the balcony Cause the excess excess is drying up So when the bottom drops out boys we will be the lucky ones