You're posy styled to impress somebody

You're out for fame and loads of money

But selling out is nothing new

You've hit the charts with a boring tune

[chorus:]

Idols are out today

They pose a single night

A polished heap and birds so pretty

You sold your soul but you deserve no pity

You'll climb the steps if you're of use

If not you're dropped like all the others

I won't sign with their major companies

Enslaved to contracts, what a piss

I won't beg them on my knees

For we still play mohican melodies