When I was a little kid
I couldn't have told you what a sellout is
Kiss, the clash, and darby crash

I didn't care who forked over the cash
In my heart the music lived
Not what jackets and labels read


It's your money, do what you want
Don't be bullied, you have a voice

It's your choice, don't cry to me

Who made up the rules

Isn't it quite hypocritical
To tell us what is hip and ridicule
Those who have what you wanted all along

Jealousy, greed want a lock on the scene
Indie adolph don't tell me
I inject what I want in me


Make your own rules


Like lemmings jumping off a cliff
That's cool if it's how you choose to live
Listen up, don't be fooled, do what you wanna do

And know the difference
It's your allowance-you allow it


Who makes up your rules