Don't need your good advice
Your bad-ass pose
Your tons of contacts

Your control
I gotta go


Don't need your record deal
Your line of !@%!e
Your fancy friends

And your support
I gotta go


Hey hey hey, we're not that dumb, we can do it ourselves,
We're doomed to fail, don't need your help
Hey hey hey, we don't have to sell our soul


To a wanna-be-satan and his court
We're all losers, don't you know?


Don't need your friendly contracts
Your fake love

Your coloured vinyl
Your comfort
I gotta go


Don't want your good advice
Your line of !@%!e

Your fancy friends
And your control
I gotta go