You wear your little smiles
With the decadence you suffer every night
All the glitter, all the luxury 
But you belong to the industry, baby. 

The trials of your fame 
And the boredom of your critical acclaim 
In your wreckage of reality TV, 
You belong to the isndustry, baby. 

All you people,  
Music people  
That don't feel others,
Don't be afraid, 
We will remember you forever. 

I challenge you to think
To use the mouth that you abuse with to create 
Or to disappear with dignity 
Because you belong with the enemy. 

All you people,  
Music people  
That don't feel others,
Don't be afraid, 
We will remember you forever. 

All you people 
Music people
That don't feel others 
Don't be afraid,
We will remember you.