You're posy styled to impress somebody   You're out for fame and loads of money   But selling out is nothing new   You've hit the charts with a boring tune      [chorus:]   Idols are out today   They pose a single night      A polished heap and birds so pretty   You sold your soul but you deserve no pity   You'll climb the steps if you're of use   If not you're dropped like all the others      I won't sign with their major companies   Enslaved to contracts, what a piss   I won't beg them on my knees   For we still play mohican melodies