You're posy styled to impress somebody
  You're out for fame and loads of money
  But selling out is nothing new
  You've hit the charts with a boring tune
    [chorus:]
  Idols are out today
  They pose a single night
    A polished heap and birds so pretty
  You sold your soul but you deserve no pity
  You'll climb the steps if you're of use
  If not you're dropped like all the others
    I won't sign with their major companies
  Enslaved to contracts, what a piss
  I won't beg them on my knees
  For we still play mohican melodies