Well I hate to be the one to tell you
The one to bring you down
Cause you're so high up you can't hear it but they're talking in this town
You've always had this dream it seems
A dream to own the scene
So you bought the record label & every magazine but the scene is not for sale
And if I had my hand out it's not to shake your hand
See I don't want your autograph & I don't want to know your band
It's pointed at the damage
The mess you've left behind
It's pointed at the little guy whose death card you have signed
And you can't but the scene cause the scene is not for sale & even if you threw your soul in
The devil wouldn't care