Lyrics

So often I go
To the radio
And I just want to cry

What is this?
People buy this shit?
I cannot figure why

These girls will flash
Tits and ass all day
All night long

I wonder why
They don’t try
That hard to write a song?

Go ‘head poser, pose
You pose heaven knows
Just how your fan base grows

As for the guys
All these lies
Saying they’re Superman

How anyone could feel
This shit is real
I do not understand

And I can see
Why you need
All those videos

I close my eyes
The music dies
There’s just no soul

Go ‘head poser, pose
You pose heaven knows
Just how your fan base grows

So often I go
To the radio
And I just want to cry

Go ‘head poser, pose
You pose heaven knows
Just how your fan base grows

(Can’t get enough of that
Bullshit
You call music)

(You are the number one
Superstar
Yes, yes, yes you are!)