Everywhere I look
There are some opinions I can't stand
And don't we all feel that way sometimes
But one sticks out to me
That we must fulfill our greed
Ruin artistic integrity for the sake of short-term marketability
There are some opinions I can't stand
And don't we all feel that way sometimes
But one sticks out to me
That we must fulfill our greed
Ruin artistic integrity for the sake of short-term marketability
I'll be driving home for the holidays
Listen to the radio and all the stupid shit that gets played
We don't stand a chance
It must connect to the emotions of the audience
We cannot have them thinking on their own
If we keep them focused on relationships and their high school crush
We've done our part, let's go home
What a standard, a restricting formula
That never allows my voice to get heard
You can go and sing those songs all day long
And realize that
there's no substance to their words
I'll be sitting at home for the holidays
Watch the daily countdown shows and all the stupid shit that gets played
We don't stand a chance
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