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
Oh, yeah
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?
'Cause 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
Oh, no
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
I'm a sellout
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