Live like a legend and die like an asshole [1]
You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes
Your revolution rock hits sound like shit through your iPod
Put fists up like I got, now give me the loot

How I tried to buy my soul back
But the devil bent me over for it
Got me curled up in the shower, scratching the letters that read
"Dear mother, I sold my soul for management"

Fog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural
Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guest list the suits
And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel
Verse-chorus, verse-chorus, a solo, then boom

How I tried to buy my soul back
But the devil bent me over for it
Got you curled up in the shower, scratching the letters that read
Dear mother, I sold my soul for management

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