Текст: Dead Ones (The). The Dead Ones. Big Thinking Bastards.

Big thinking bastards with stupid ideals
try to make profit out of me
rockstar glamour stupid punk
you're just nothing but a sellout prick
i'm sick and tired to hear you say
"give me money or i won't play"
food and travel are just enough
but not for you, you sellout fuck
take your band and shove it
i know i would have done it