Stupid music´s on the radio.
Monotonous bass and no idea
About grooves and harmonies.
And you do what you are told to do
And you sing what they want you to sing about
You [bad word] slave of the music industry.

And I tried it once, I tried it twice, I tried it one thousand times
And I even tried it a once again.
I wrote ´bout you, ´bout [bad word] love, ´bout bad, bad luck
About  and [bad word] and rock´n´roll.

And they call me no hit wonder.

I took the best songs that I had ever made.
Sent them to the [bad word] to get a label deal.
But those [bad word] a bored and unimpressed.
I don´t think they ever play a song of mine in the radio.
That´s still a [bad word] dream

And I tried it once, I tried it twice, I tried it one thousand times
And I even tried it a once again.
I wrote ´bout you, ´bout [bad word] love, ´bout bad, bad luck
About  and [bad word] and rock´n´roll.

And they call me no hit wonder.

And that´s why I play in a rock´n´roll band.
Tree chords [bad word] and it [bad word] from the heart
but you are too blind to see.
You can stick your refusals up your [bad word] get rich, stupify with the [bad word] that you´ve created
in your [bad word] factory