Once upon a time, in the city of Los Angeles   "Marty, Marty, listen to me   Bring me something the kids will cry for   Get out there, and get us stoked"      Meet Marty, Major Label, A and R scout   Forty years old, gut hangin' out   Red Ferrari, Marty livin' in L.A.   Bumps another line to get through the day      Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction   His friends call him "Money", in his introduction   And Marty knows nothin' but claims to know it all   Lose the flat screen TV if he drops the ball      You're as good as your last hit, find the next big thing   If he doesn't bring the bling, his cell phone won't ring   What's the trend? What's new?   What's a label scout to do? Office life, Marty 11:32      The label pres, calls and yells, "Sign more Emo"   How about screamo? "If it sells, sign Nemo"   "We're down 2 percent and BMG knows   My daughter likes Dashboard, so get me one of those"      He checks AP.net, the Scout and more   Yelling band names to his assistant through the door   The kids like this, "Who cares if it's great?"   So he signs a band called Hearts that Hate   "Marty, we've got a hit"      Cry tonight   My hands around your hands, I won't let you   Die tonight   My heart's in your hands, I won't let you      Hearts that Hate, Marty goes to their show   Up in the club and here we go   Marty sees a girl in a Simple Plan shirt   With a Senses Fail boy and that'll never work      He finds his label friends in the corner they huddle   An Emo cattle auction, they penetrate the bubble   They talk about Victory and signing TBS   Dissing the same bands they just tried to impress      So the lights go down, the crowd starts to scream   Hearts that Hate have hit the scene   Blake on vocals and lead guitar   He does a back flip, "Look how different we are"      They show up at the studio to record it   A TRL, Billboard Modern Rock hit   They auto tune Blake, but he can't tell   He says, "I've got perfect pitch, damn I sing well"      ProTools, Logic, cut, copy, paste   Quantized solos and quantized bass   Signed, sealed, deliver and sent   Across the U.S. and the single went      Cry tonight   My hands around your hands, I won't let you   Die tonight   My heart's in your hands, I won't let you die      Momentum builds, but it all caves in   Industrial comes back, the press needs a NIN   Marty finds a new band called "Fetal Coil"   And Hearts that Hate try to keep their fans loyal      They rework their sound for album number two   As "Machines of Hate," but their career is through   They break up and work pushin' mops and brooms   Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room   Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room   Blake gives guitar lessons in his living room      "Can you teach me track five Mr. Blake?"   "Hey, I wrote that song and it goes like this"      Cry tonight   My hands around your hands, I won't let you   Die tonight   My heart's in your hands, I won't let you die      Die tonight   My hand's around your hands, I won't let you   Die tonight   My heart's in your hands, I won't let you die