She asked me if I was a singer then called me has-been She said she really liked my band in the early 90's I said stop saying those mean things, my ego is so fragile And then she called me a poseur punk Why don't I drink up and get the hell out Cuz I'm a sellout
That berating kinda bummed me out so I left the Parkside I walked to my Volvo and noticed I had a couple slashed tires But adding injury and insult to vandalism Someone took a key to my door and boldly spelled out You're a sellout
It says on the side of my car that I'm a sellout I play a Korean guitar but I'm a sellout I'm a sellout