I hate this song
I did not write it
Won’t play for you
I’ll stand and fight it

I have had enough
No I won’t play this stuff

It all sounds the same
It’s pop, sold out, completely lame
Let me write my own
Or I am going home

Where I can rock again
Oh don’t you understand
I’ll change music with my band

I want to have the passion
Of playing shows in my own fashion
Songs that people want to hear

The music in my life is gone
And I’m so very sick of it
As such I’ll write my final song
For you entitled, “I’m done, I quit”

There’s no other way out I see
This is the way it has to be
I can’t get out they won’t let me