Texty: Hole. Playing Your Song.

Hey you, you're way ahead of me
You're drunk on apathy
You burned right out
Hey you, you're just a cripple now
They sell for millions now
They sold you out

And, oh, i had to tell them you were gone
I had to tell them they were wrong
And now they're playing your song

Hey you, don't take it out on me
You're bored of everything
You burned right out
Hey you, so bored and cynical
It's fucking wonderful
They sold you out

And, oh, they've bought and sold it all,
It's gone
They've taken it and built a mall
And now they're playing your song

Ooh, their innoncence tastes like candy, yeah
Get so fat on it, it's a tragedy, yeah
Ooh, I can help you come to me, yeah
Just bring your innocence to me, yeah

Hey you, don't you dare blame me
You trusted everything
They sold you out
Hey, you, now when they call it cool
It's just so mean and cruel
They sold you out
Hey, you, now they call it cool
It's just so mean and cruel
They sold you out

And, oh, they bought and sold it all, it's gone
And every note it is wrong
And now they're playing your song