The Way Out

Take a look in the mirror quick

Don't let it get into your mind

'Cause you got some freedom for a bit

But now it's just like doing time

Now you had a few years to figure it out

That when they say 'you're doing fine'

They mean 'pawns like you are a dime a hundred

You can count them down the line' 1-2!

No sellout, no sellout

If you're no sellout

You're on the way out

No sell out, no sell out

If you're no sell out

You're on the way out

You're on the way out

Take a look at the lunatic

Who wants to starve his gut for spite

Trade that freedom for a gig

And thought that this would turn out right

Had a few years to figure it out

If I'm unknown I'm doing fine

Because pawns like me are a dime a hundred

You can count us down the line, 1-2-3-4!

Chorus

I'd love for you to see me as

The one who'll have your needs be satisfied

But I'm the one to see you fill my needs

While your dreams bleed out and die, and die..