Step up to the mirror, tell me what it is you see  Really must be hard being you  4 lies you tell, you'll go to hell & I can't even wish you well    Soon you'll play yourself and you'll be through    People like you want people like me  To forget about my integrity  Try to pull a scam the best you can  Don't like traitors, don't like punks  Don't like lyin' thieving chumps  Turned out you were just another stuntman!    Used to be a time when I considered you a friend  Faith in you you know I'd never lack  When I found out what you were all about  And in my mind there is no doubt  My good friend has stabbed me in the back!    Record companies mother fuckers!  Pullin' stunts like chicken pluckers  Tell me what the flavor is today  Hardcore, grindcore, guitar, pop  Won't play metal, you'll get dropped  Then we'll have to send you on your way!  But we'll be back!