People used to tell me that "Joe, you'd better cool out
Playing in a band and blowing out your mind"
They used to tell me "one day you're gonna find out
You're fucking up your life, wasting all your time"
You blowin' out your mind
You fuckin' up your life
You're wastin' all your time, yeah
I've toiled and I've tried before, but my efforts have left me poor
And now, I've got a feeling about a fiendish friend
I've played and I've paid my way, but I'm not here to stay
Until I've got a deal with the evil one
And you'll put me on
It might take eight years
And then, you will find
You've wasted all your time
It might take eight years
But you're gonna go far
Yeah, you're gonna be a star
And you'll be getting high
Every single night
You're gonna be a star
And you'll be getting high, yeah
WHOA!
In eight years
He became
A rock god
I'm losing my respect for people who sell their souls
Making money, pretend to play rock and roll
I can't believe my ears, is it true, what am I seeing?
You spend more time on your hair than you do practicing
Mr. Major label, soft porn video
Making sure that all your teenage fans will go
When no musicians give a shit
No rockers will bang their heads to it
So how could you stoop so low?
Could you lose your self respect?
What's going on inside your head?
"Satan made me do it"
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