Misery Loves A Record Company

[Intro] Weerd Science Uh huh [Verse 1] Uh, and it goes something like this In these troubled times yes a division exists Made a decision to enlist and not make for the exit I'd rather put the craft first than be on some of this next shit You motherfuckers are asleep, you're not lucid Weighted down by the chain around your neck like nooses Not to be a nuisance, but the second your news hits that all your money is gone You need to get in the studio, pen some new hits But what's that? Oh, you went away for too long? Nobody remembers your record up on the songs you guested on Because our attention spans are cut off like a severed hand But never man, that's why your band is back to touring in a van You didn't play the game right You're supposed to re-write the same song that payed people that first said that "he's tight" It's quite literally the opposite of creativity the way these fucking assholes run this music industry [Hook] And labels want to re-package old thoughts And art takes a backseat to what is bought When commerce meets commercial concerts The comsters, word up it's our first dollars [Verse 2] Well okay, here's in advance on what you might do Lock you up for ten records brother, we really like you We love your shit man, to the tune of three hundred grand But don't forget, right off the top half goes to Uncle Sam (what?) And of course there's your lawyer and your manager They're here for your benefit to protect you from the scavengers 70 grand, okay not a bad payday But whatever revenue you get paid gets put back into your take Well alright, I guess that's just how the business is My t-shirt sales should help make up for the differences Well that's not a hundred percent true They take 30 percent of your merch, I'm shocked your lawyer didn't tell you It's called a three-sixty deal That means all three hundred and sixty degrees they surround you and they steal So while you're off on the road, you're doing shows Killing yourself for your pimp like a bunch of fucking hoes [Hook]